#im watching the land before time again and DAMN DID I FORGET HOW SAD THIS MOVIE IS

[stanknotstark]

Astral Pt. 8 (Loki x Reader)

Ok guys they’re REUNITED! God i hope you all know that I wrote all 7 parts in one day because i was so obsessed with getting chapters out so i wouldn’t have to write them daily or lose my thoughts!! Ok well now i have some time to figure out where the story will go from here or if i end it here....

IM JUST JOKING it’s not over yet XDD it’s barely begun :p Feel free to send messages about what you think is gonna happen or who might make minor appearances, villain or hero, cuz i have some planned out! I’ve been doing research guys, i bought a marvel encyclopedia for the first time in years cuz i visited the store the other day and loaded up on comic books again it’s been awhile but my collection is growing again ^^

You’re standing next to Natasha when the brothers drop down from the sky in their rainbow elevator thing. Thor called it the bifrost? It wasn’t something Loki had talked about when you had been on speaking terms, he must have not found it important enough.

The brothers landed outside on Stark’s glorified patio, 91 floors up. You almost forget to breathe as you look at Loki. His hair is a little longer now, he’s definitely lost some weight, and the bags under his eyes tell you enough. His face is cold as he looks around and, angrily, lets Thor lead him inside where you all stand in various places waiting on them. You note that both the brothers are dressed casually but it’s still a bit much, Earth wise. 

You swallow as Loki first sees Tony and smirks at him, “Seems I won’t be missing that drink you promised?” 

Tony gave him a once over then shrugged. “I guess you deserve a small break. Thor filled me in on what’s been going on.” Tony said, you thought you could hear a hint of a threat lacing his words though. Loki huffed and rolled his eyes looking at the rest of the team before his eyes landed on you. 

You looked into his eyes for what felt like hours but must have only been seconds. The angry look he had been parading in dropped and you saw a flurry of reactions so quick everyone else would miss it but you knew Loki. You try your best to keep your face disinterested, not quite sure if you succeed. Still a bit hurt he told you to never come back coming to the front of your mind you look away and whisper to Nat, “I gotta go, fill me in on what happens.” Then you rush out.

You hear Tony saying, “You already scared off y/n..” as you left the room. 

You basically run to your room and slam the door shut. Your breathing had started becoming haggard on your way up and only intensified as you closed yourself in your room. Both your hands gripped at your hair and pull, your eyes squeezed shut, tight. You shouldn’t be reacting like this it was Loki, it was just Loki. He wouldn’t hurt you, physically. You had thought that you were over whatever heartbreak you had all those years before. How the fuck were you to function normally around him if just one look at him made you this panicky? Made your heart beat so hard you thought it might break out of your ribs. Made you want to cry deliriously happy and sad at the same time. 

You let go of your hair, let your tears fall, and punched the wall a few times, hoping the pain in your hands would ground you. Luckily, it did, but you’d probably have to come up with an excuse because your knuckles were blooming dark purple. You took in deep breaths, copying what Loki had taught you to do when you got to worked up, subconsciously, the thought of him causing you to freak a bit more but then you just focused on breathing. 

It’s a few hours later when Natasha comes to your room and tells you dinner is ready. You had settled and had a book open in your lap as you sat on your bed. You consider skipping dinner and you’re about to say it when you see the look Natasha is giving you. She had been the one to teach you to over come your fears, to face them head on. She probably thought you were scared of Loki because he had tried to take over the world. Oh, how wrong she was. You nodded and told her you were gonna wear something else. She left you in peace and you sighed, rubbing a hand over your face then putting on your brave face and getting dressed in something casual. A simple t-shirt and jeans would suffice. 

When you entered the dinning room, a floor below yours, everyone was seated. Natasha had left you a seat. Right next to Loki. You swallowed and studiously kept your eyes anywhere but on Loki when you sat down. You realized Loki was very tense when you sat next to him but said nothing on the matter. 

“Brother! This is dear Y/n I mentioned, she’s got a quick wit just like you, I’m sure you both will be the best of friends!” 

You smiled at Thor but it probably came off as more of a grimace because Thor gave you a frown. Loki said nothing and focused on eating his food. The whole table got silent realizing something was up between you and Loki. You cleared your throat and tried to sooth things over by looking at Loki. His eyes caught yours and for a second you got lost in them, again. God, get ahold of yourself!

Mentally shaking your head you plastered a smile on and said, “Nice to meet you, Loki, I can’t wait to get to know you.” You finish lamely then quickly look at your food and begin stuffing your face so you wouldn’t have to speak anymore. 

“Riiiiiight.” Tony said eyeing you and Loki suspiciously. Steve sat next to him frowning at your attitude. You missed the silent conversation Natasha and Clint had. 

“You’re going to choke if you continue to eat like a bilge snipe that hasn’t seen food in weeks.” Loki said in a casual voice.

You choke. You swallow what is in your mouth, Natasha hitting your back a few times, and then you laugh. 

God you missed Loki. 

“Remember when you swallowed that moon berr-” Stopping yourself short you swallowed and closed your eyes, last seeing Loki’s happy look turn into a neutral face as he glances around at the team. Damn. 

“Remember? You two know each other?” Natasha asked, nudging you with her elbow. Thankfully you see she reserves her judgement on the situation. 

Sighing you look at the team and set your utensils down. 

“Loki is...” You shot Loki a confused look as if to ask if you still were but shook your head and continued on looking at Nat primarily, “We’re soulmates. I first met Loki when I was 13 years old.” 

“In person?” Steve asked.

“No, I can astral project my spirit but because I’m his soulmate it wasn’t hard it just kind of happened when I needed him most.” 

You picked up your glass of water, noticing you are shaking a bit. You especially tried not to jump when you felt Loki set a comforting hand on your thigh under the table. Taking a drink you looked at the table, took a deep breath, then let your eyes come back up to the confused team. 

“When you needed him most?” Tony asked after a few minutes of silence. 

Looking at Tony you bit your lip. Should you....

“My grandfather killed my grandmother in front of me when I was 13, I hid in my closet and closed my eyes, when I opened them I was in a room in Asgard.” 

“She was in one of my mental rooms that I use to astral project. A fabricated room I made when I was younger.” Loki said, his eyes only on you. 

“He was always there when something bad happened and we became best friends. I was 17 when I realized I had magic, his magic.” You said looking at Nat who looked confused. “Because we’re connected through our mind and soul, I draw my power from him. The powers I have are Loki’s in a sense but at the same time my own, I can do some things he can’t and vice versa.” 

“So if Loki just like, hypothetically, died,” Tony rolled his eyes when Loki glared at him, “Hypothetically! Would you lose your powers?” 

You swallowed as a knot formed in your throat and looked at Loki with sad eyes, willing him to answer because you surely didn’t have an answer for that. 

“Possibly.” Loki clipped out, sending a glare at Tony, as if damning him for making you think of that preposterous idea. 

Tony hummed in thought. 

“If you’re soulmates, why did she react the way she did when she first saw you?” Thor asked, mostly aiming the question to Loki. Loki looked at Thor, angry, then let out a breath and held his chin high. 

“We had a falling out three years ago.” 

“No doubt your fault?” Thor said causing Loki to nod once with a roll of his eyes. 

“No!” You yelled looking at Loki with exasperation. “I’m the one that chose to leave!” 

“I’m the one that gave you an ultimatum.” Loki ground out, frowning at you. 

“You were trying to keep me safe.” You said causing Loki to scoff. 

“Ok, wait, what happened so we can all choose our sides respectfully here?” Clint asked. 

“Shield found out about my powers when I was 17, said once I turn 18 they can give me an offer I can’t refuse. I could work for them. Loki said not to do it because it sounded like they were gonna use me as a weapon, that we knew nothing about Shield and what it stood for,” You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose with closed eyes, “I told him I was gonna take up their offer considering I had a bad home life, he argued Shield could be more dangerous and I told him I was still gonna take the offer anyways so he offered an ultimatum.” Letting your hand fall down to your lap and over Loki’s, still resting on your lap. You softly caressed his knuckles under the table. When you had closed your eyes, to pinch your bridge, you missed the concerned look Loki gave as he saw the violet bruises on your knuckles. 

“He said if I leave to never come back because he wouldn’t be able to watch me get hurt.” 

Tony breathed through his teeth, a hiss, but otherwise everyone stayed silent. 

“I left.” You finished lamely.

The table stayed silent for awhile, everyone gathering their thoughts and questions, until Steve spoke up. 

“After she left, what did you do Loki?” 

“I had Heimdal watch over her-”

“He is all seeing.” Thor said quickly to help out.

“-and I told him that if she were to find any trouble she could not handle to send me to her.” 

You looked up at Loki, shocked, who zealously kept his eyes on Steve. You offered what comfort you could by grasping his hand and squeezing. You smiled inwardly as Loki’s tense form softened slightly. 

“I’m taking it she never ran into trouble she couldn’t handle.” Steve said, more as a statement than a question.

“From what Heimdal has told me, joining Shield is the best thing to happen to her and I almost stopped that.” 

“You couldn’t have known.” You said quietly, frowning in thought, Loki finally looked down at you and your heart almost broke in half at the hurt in his eyes. 

“All you wanted was the best for me and I’m sorry I left,” You looked down and squeezing his hand before looking back up at his eyes, “I’m sorry I left and never tried to reach you again but I’m not sorry about the decision I made.” 

Loki looked at you for a bit then nodded, satisfied with something he found on your face or possibly in your eyes. “I’m sorry I never tried to reach out to you too.” Loki admitted.

You glanced at Thor who sat next to Loki, looking a little put out he never knew about the both of you. 

“Sorry we didn’t tell you Thor I kind of wanted to keep it a secret because I was going through a lot and wasn’t very trusting of strangers at the time.” You said to placate Thor, making the blame fall on you instead of Loki since their relationship was already rocky to begin with. A minor way you could apologize to Loki about not contacting him. 

Thor smiled, genuinely, then said “I’m just happy to make your acquaintance now, y/n.” 

Everyone went back to eating their almost cold meal now. Natasha and Clint the only ones that noted that you and Loki ate with one hand the entire time.

Conversations flowed between the team smoothly like you all were meant to be there, together. No one made any comments on the fact that you and Loki couldn’t keep your eyes off each other the entire time either.

Pt. 7/Pt. 8/?

Tag list: @justfangirlthingies @emelieh99  @high-functioning-lokipath​ 

[kpop---writings]

Playboy Prince 2

Prince Im Jaebum.

Part 2.

It has been a week now since Jaebum has “chosen you” to be his queen. However the Jaebum you saw the evening of his first night here after dinner, you’ve yet to see again because somehow for seven days you haven’t been left alone by either of your parents. He’s been on his best behavior. And if you’re being honest, he’s beginning to look more and more attractive every damn day. Fuck.

Apparently his parents want to see how we interact with each other before announcing publicly that there will be a royal wedding. If you interact good, that means she can announce to the public immediately. If you interact badly, then she will teach you how to act for the public. No matter what you will be married to playboy prince in one week. In Queen Im’s words,

“You have a very beautiful face that compliments Jaebum very well.”

In other words, ‘whether you like it or not, you make my son look good and that’s all that matters.’

---

You walk down the stairs, into the foyer, on your way to eat breakfast when you’ve bumped into none other than, Prince Jaebum. Your face has gone right into his very firm chest, your hands instinctively coming up to brace for the impact. And of course landing on his just as firm torso.

When you look up at him, your hands are still firmly on his torso and he’s smirking.

For a brief moment, you feel an extreme attraction to him. He looks very good right now. And from where you’re hands are right now, you’re sure is body may look even better. Oh right! Your hands!

You quickly pull your hands away and look down at them as you feel your face get hot.

“Princess,” he says in a teasing tone. “If you wanted to touch me all you had to was ask.” He puts a finger under your chin and makes you look at him, then winks.

You look into his dark orbs and are almost mesmerized. You quickly pull yourself out of your trance and remind yourself of the kind of man he is.

“Oh, please.” You say, trying to act like you didn’t just imagine ripping his shirt off right here to see what he’s hiding under there. You can’t think of anything else to say. That was a one time thing. He will not win you over so easily.

“What? No smart comeback for me today?” He asks, holding in a laugh. 

He’s onto you. He knows he’s had some kind of effect on you and now he has the upper hand.

Not for long. You just needed to bounce back.

You just walk away continuing into the kitchen for breakfast. 

---

As you’re eating Jaebum walks in, eyes meeting yours instantly. 

“I’ve decided to come have breakfast with you,” He says walking towards you.

“Why?”

He sits in front of you and looks at you in confusion.

“Because, Princess, I want us to talk with out our parents hovering for once,” He says as if it’s obvious. “Actually, we should’ve done this sooner, they're never in here for breakfast,” He says more to himself.

“What makes you think I want to have a conversation with you after how it went last time?”

“Because I saw how you reacted Princess.” His eyes seem to change from playful to flirty, “You like being talked to like that, don’t you?”

You reply, looking down at your food, too afraid that if you look him in the eye again you will actually melt. “All those women you’ve had must’ve really boosted your ego.”

“Look at me in the eyes and tell me you don't want me to fuck you. Right here. Right now.”

Of course that’s exactly what you wanted, but you can’t let him have you that easy. You decide to stop acting so innocent and show him your naughty side.

“Well, I’d say it looks more like that's what you want to do.” 

He stares at you, shocked at the words that just left your mouth.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

You pick up your bowl and walk out of the room, Prince Jaebum’s eyes following you the whole way out.

---

After this morning’s encounter with Prince Jaebum, you managed to avoid him for the majority of the day, locking yourself in your room with Leila.

“Leila! You don’t understand, I could definitely feel the muscles under his shirt! I almost wanted to drag my fingers across his stomach to feel every curve!” You’re confiding in your best friend/servant right now.

“Y/N, I know you told me about his reputation, but girl! He’s marrying you so why not just go for it? You’ll have to eventually.” She responds nonchalantly.

“Are you crazy? I can’t just do it that easily,”  you snicker. “He’s so used to women throwing themselves at him. I have to make him work for it.”

Leila gives you a look.

“You know you don’t have that kind of self control. You haven’t gotten any male attention in so long. You’ve been dreaming about the opportunity to get a good fuck”

You roll your eyes, “Hellooo! Did you forget about Prince Choi Youngjae?” You ask with a proud smile. “During our week together, he flirted with me the whole time and I didn’t let him do anything until my last night.”

“You told me yourself he was very vanilla. You can’t even put him and Prince Jaebum in the same category. Not with the way these Princesses describe him in bed.”

She looks at you with a grin, “You guys will probably go at it the first chance you get.”

You look at her, knowing that she is completely right. You seen firsthand why women were so weak for him. You throw yourself onto you pile of pillows on your bed when you hear a knock on the door. 

Leila quickly rises from the bed to go open it for you. You hear her speaking to the butler it sounds like. She turns to you.

“Your royal highnesses have asked for you to meet them in the lounging area.”

You groan very dramatically as you make your way out of your room and to the hallway. As you pass Leila, she gives you a little pat on your back for encouragement. You both can only imagine what’s going to be said

---

You’ve reached the lounging area and your parents are standing at the front of the room with Prince Jaebum’s parents as well. You bow to them and take a seat. Jaebum enters not long after you and does a bow as well, then quickly taking a seat.

“Okay you guys!” Queen Im starts almost at the same time Prince Jaebum’s seat touched the chair. “We are sending you two back home for this last week together so she can become familiar with the palace and our people” She says very excitedly.

“What?” You gasp. 

This means you and Prince Jaebum alone. For a week. In his territory. As much as you’ve been saying you don’t want to let him have you so easily, it would be very naive of you to say that nothing will happen between you two, probably on the first night! Especially not after the way things went this morning. 

Prince Jaebum leans back in his seat with a smile, “So it’ll be just me and the princess?”

His father chuckles while his mom give a disapproving look.

You look over to your parents, still in shock.

“Oh relax, Y/N. This will be a great chance for you two to get to know each other with out us hovering so much and like Queen Im said, you’ll become familiar with your new home,” she says with a sad smile.

Your dad was quick to mention the no sleeping in the same bed thing.

You roll your eyes at that. Yeah, right.

“When are we supposed to be leaving?” You asked.

“Tomorrow morning, first thing!”

---

You’ve been tossing and turning in your bed for what feels like hours. You should’ve seen this coming. You should’ve been preparing yourself to leave your old life behind this whole week. You thought you’d have more time before being completely alone with him, though.

Your mind starts to wander back to Prince Jaebum. You start replaying that moment over and over in your head. You think about how he looked at you. He probably looks at every girl like that, that’s how he gets them to his bedroom, you think to yourself. 

But then you start to think about what Leila said about you guys getting married and how it would only make sense that you’re going to have sex eventually. You sigh and try to force yourself to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be interesting.

---

The next morning you say your goodbyes to your parents and Leila. You’re still trying to convince the Ims to let Leila come along after the wedding. They keep telling you she’s “just a servant.” But she’s not just that, she’s also your best friend.

You and Prince Jaebum get seated in your ride and prepare for the long trip back. You wave goodbye to your parents through the window as the car drives off. You’ll see them next week you keep reminding yourself. Once you're far enough away that they can no longer see you, you turn around and sit in the seat normally.

“That was cute,” you hear Prince Jaebum muse. “You’re like a child, sometimes. But it’s cute.”

You look over and he’s smiling at you. What?

“You’ll figure out soon enough how mature I really am,” You say reaching for some glasses and the bottle of wine.

If you’re going to be alone with him, might as well have some fun, right?

He eyes you, watching your movements, he hasn't seen how naughty you can really be. What he saw yesterday, was just a tiny glimpse. You’ve been pretty good at keeping this side a secret from not just Jaebum, but Leila and the other two men you’ve been with. Wow your sex life sounds like a teenager’s compared to Jaebum’s

When you fuck him though, he won’t even be able to tell.

You pour his glass first, then moving on to yours. 

“Cheers,” He says, still watching you closely.

You clink your glasses and you take the first sip.

Prince Jaebum watches your lips very closely. How they gently meet the glass. Then he trails his eyes down your face, to your smooth neck, watching it bob slightly as the wine goes down. 

Prince Jaebum thought you were amazingly beautiful from the moment he first laid eyes on you as you walked down the stairs. His eyes wandered your whole body as you walked so gracefully down those stairs. He knew from that moment that he wanted you to be his Queen.

He knows about the rumors going around about him. What people don’t realize is that’s exactly what it is. Rumors. He made the mistake of having sex with one of the popular Princess and then acted like nothing happened. So naturally, she wanted to ruin his reputation because she actually wanted more. Her being the big Princess she is, got her friends in on it too. In all honesty he’s only been with a couple women. Definitely not more than 5. He realized quickly that sex was the same no matter who was with. So he eventually just stuck with the same couple of girls.

But in this moment. Him watching you drink this wine, while looking the way you do right now. He was wanted to knock the glass out of your hand and kiss you so hard and let you feel all of him. More than just his stomach. He just knew sex with you would be different. Especially with how you spoke to him earlier.

He’d never tell a soul, but he definitely masturbated last night to the thought of you.

Your eyes flashing back over to him pulled him out of his reverie.

“Aren’t you going to have a drink? You watched me open the bottle I didn’t poison it.”

He chuckles at that before chugging the whole glass. 

“There. All gone.” He says smiling.

You roll your eyes, “Who’s the child now?”

He chuckles again. What a beautiful sound.

“Like you said before, soon enough you’ll know how mature I really am.”

You glare at him, “Prince Jaebum, I don’t know what you thought I was implying with that statement, but it’s certainly not the same thing you are.”

However, that’s not actually true. You definitely wanted to dominate him in bed because you’re almost certain none of those other little princesses have.

You have to play hard to get though. You seem to have to keep reminding yourself of that more than you thought you would have.

“Well, what were you implying, Princess?” He questioned, looking directly into your eyes.

Getting lost in his eyes again, you can’t figure out what to respond to that, so you don’t.

---

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[sunshine-or-some-shit]

The Walk (Waterbending!Reader x Zuko)

A/N: This is the first thing I’ve decided to write. I’m not great but I’ve had a bunch of ideas that I thought would be neat so here you go! Hope you enjoy! (Hnnnghhh the synposis is so bad im sorry-)

Synopsis: In the lower circle of Ba Sing Se, Zuko finds himself following a group of teens through alleys and passages he didn’t even know there was. Suddenly, he finds himself in a small crowd. Then, everything changed when his eyes landed on her.

———————-

Zuko didn’t even know why he was out that night. Maybe the dingy smell of the apartment was driving him crazy, or it was his Uncle talking with the neighbors that stirred him awake. 

Either way, it led him outside. 

Suddenly, a group of kids his age trotted by muttering about some “waterbender chick”. Zuko’s head shot up, an inkling of hope that it could just be the Avatar’s friend. He watched the group slide into an alleyway, before stealthily following behind.

It felts like forever that he followed the frankly annoying kids. Through alleys and slightly hidden passages that he could’ve sworn weren’t there before. Finally, they made their way into the hidden plaza.

It was extremely bare on the ground, as if a small house was meant to be there. Above, clothes lines held up shabby, dark colored clothes and even some blankets. The walls of surrounding houses were decorated with signs Zuko had never seen before.  Towards the middle of the plaza was three large jugs placed in a triangle. About twenty people were scattered about, leaving the middle of the plaza completely.

He snaked along the wall, distancing himself from everyone else. Why am I even staying? He thought, scowling. Just as he went to head towards the exit, water sprouted up from the vases, grabbing his attention. It rose into the air, spiraling about. The three separate streams moved throughout the plaza before moving to an entrance he hadn’t seen before. 

A person leapt through the wall the water made, perfectly dry as if they sliced it in half in perfect time. They wore black, baggy pants with slits in the sides up to the knee. The fabric cinched around their ankles and flared out a little. Their top was a matching black, which wrapped around their neck and forming an ‘X’ across their toned back with the fabric. A dark but slightly see-through veil covered majority of their face, and black elbow gloves covered their arms, and coming to a point on the back of their hand. 

Zuko scowled, immediately noticing this was not the girl the avatar traveled with. He went to leave again, but the crowd had now gather close, effectively blocking his exit. The person stood in the middle of the triangle made by the vases, a smile seen through their eyes. 

“Thank you all for coming,” The person announced, giving an exaggerated bow. “I see quite a few new faces here. I don’t know how you found this place, but let me welcome you, to what we call the Plaza of Freedom. As cliche as it is, we are here to celebrate the good times, and accept the bad! We all need something to forget about the war with the fire nation.”

The crowd cheered while Zuko sunk in on himself. Most of the people here look like they aren’t earth kingdom residents, meaning they are escaping from war-torn villages. Villages destroyed by his people.

“Now, stand back, relax, and enjoy my show..” They drawled, and Zuko swears he could see a smirk under that veil. A person in the corner pulled out a stringed instrument, playing a fun and fast tune.

The performer twirled about the stage of stone. Majority of the water returned to the vases, but they had four small streams following her wrists and feet. They flung their foot up, doing an arch with the high kick, the water trail following it. Drops of water bounced through the air as they flitted about. Zuko stood mesmerized at the amount of control they had. Each step was as precise as the water drifting around. It was as if the dancer had a bubble containing all the water away from the onlookers. 

They finished their dance with a pirouette, the water trailing around them freezing as they finished. They held their tip-toed, graceful-armed stance for a few moments, before relaxing. They quickly bended the water back into the vases, before taking another bow. Another performer walked out as the previous started heading into the crowd, right near him. 

He started to move, trying to get out of the plaza he never should have found. “Hey, wait!” A hand grabbed his, causing him to violently whip around. The black-veiled dancer stood there, a calm and gentle look in their eyes. “You are new, aren’t you?” 

“Yeah, what about it?” He huffed, pulling his wrist away to cross his arms defensively over his chest. The stranger laughed a bit, looking up at him.

They crossed their arms over their stomach, leaning into one hip. “Relax, I’m not some officer interrogating you. If I was I wouldn’t be here,” They attempted to joke. They turned their head, seeing the next person, an earthbender boy who looked to be juggling, was starting. They smiled once again and grabbed his wrist, pulling him through another passage. “Come on, tough stuff. You look like some one who needs to relax!”

Zuko gaped, trying to form a response but no words would leave his mouth. The dancer dragged him around before stopping at a ladder leaned precariously against a house. They started climbing, gesturing for him to follow. Zuko realized with a sigh that he had no clue how to get back to where they were, and reluctantly joined them. 

When he got to the top, they were already laying down on the slanted roof of the house. He sat two paces away, knees pulled into his chest and looking away from them. Zuko heard them shuffling, only glancing their way to see they moved much closer, and were looking at him.

“So,” They trailed on, glancing at him hopefully. “What brought you to Ba Sing Se?” 

“The war.”

“Well, duh!” They laughed, sitting up and leaning their weight on their right arm. The left came up, unclipping the veil around their face. They looked Zuko’s age, maybe a year or so younger, with an obvious toothy smile on their face. “I mean, what made you choose to come here?”

 Zuko looked at them, giving them a look of confusion. “Why wouldn’t I come here? This city is one of the safest places currently, right?”

“Yeah, I guess,” They muttered, looking off into the night. They had their right leg extended, with their left arm perched on top of the bent left leg. “I just always found it odd here. Almost as if everything is too perfect, y’know?” Their eyes had a faraway look, the smile once taking up their face morphing into a small frown. 

Zuko looked out to the sky, letting out a quiet hum of acknowledgement. “My name is (Y/N) by the way. Im a waterbender if you couldn’t tell.” They let out a small, pathetic laugh. “How about you?”

“My name is Lee. So, how did you get here? And, get the nice clothes?” Zuko replied, looking away when saying his name. They chuckled at his question, and he felt himself sneaking looks at the bright smile they had.

They laid down on the shingles of the roof, arms tucked under their head. “My parents left the Northern Water Tribe when they were newly-weds. They just wanted to travel around the four nations and learn. They had me in a small village in the Earth Kingdom a few years after they left. In the end, our village was burned down and we were either taken to prisons, or you are one of the lucky ones who escaped. That was my dad and I. My mother wasn’t as lucky…” They trailed off, sad eyes focusing on the starry sky above them. “As for the clothes, they were made by my mother. She loved to perform and we never had the heart to sell them, so when I fit in them I took to dancing in them for tips.” 

Zuko gazed at the ground solemnly, fists clenched tightly. “I’m sorry to hear that. My mother left when I was young.” (Y/N) shrugged, lips pulled into a firm line. 

“One day, this war will be over, I know it. Ba Sing Se can deny it all they want but it will be on their doorstep at some point. If they man up and actually take down the Fire Nation, then you can bet your ass I’m marching through every prison until I find my mom.” They quickly shot up, crouching down to maintain balance. “Well, Lee, I should probably get you back home. Thanks for listening to an optimistic dancer.”

They slowly walked back to Zuko’s apartment, taking the alleys that (Y/N) seemed to know like the back of their hand. A mindless conversation was passed between the two of them, filling the night silence. Too quickly, they reached the door of Zuko’s complex. 

“I hope I see you around,” Zuko smiled at them, a hand coming to rub his neck awkwardly. They let out a small laugh, shaking their head slightly. They leaned close, pecking him on the cheek.

“Come see me perform anytime, lover boy. Just ask someone for the Shrouded Mist!” They joked, skipping into the abyss that the just exited. 

Zuko didn’t even know why he was out that night. Maybe the dingy smell of the apartment was driving him crazy, or it was his Uncle talking with the neighbors that stirred him awake. 

Either way, he was glad that he left.

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A/N: hnnnn- I don’t like the ending it feels super rushed but I didn’t want to lose motivation to finish this so here you go! I hope you enjoyed if you found this and feel free to message me with requests or just to chat! (I can’t promise I speedy response but I will try my damn hardest-)

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Hi, 4k player here who reported slahser. Slahser was our position 1 faceless void. He built a mek and had around 29 healing salves in his inventory. He would chrono both teams in the middle of a fight, salve his allies, pop mek, and proceeded to yell "SLAHSER'S WAY". We gave him position 1 farm so he could be a position 5.

Granted, his unorthodox build worked and carried us to victory but I still felt it deserved a report.

I owe my life to Arteezy. I got in a horrible car crash and i was in 6 month coma. The nurse switched to the Twitch channel to Arteezy's stream. I awoke from my coma and muted it.

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ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ RAISE YOUR DONGERS ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ 

(ง ͠ ͠° ل͜ °)ง ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴsᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟɪᴇsᴛ (ง ͠° ل͜ °)ง 

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ As I ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴜʀᴀɪ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ ᴀs I ᴡᴀs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛ sᴜᴅᴏᴋᴜ, I ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ Kʀɪᴘᴘ ᴘʟᴀʏ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟsᴛᴏɴᴇ... I ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ Kʀɪᴘ ᴡᴀs Nᴏʟɪғᴇ... ɴᴏᴡ I ᴀᴍ Nᴏʟɪғᴇ...ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙʏᴇ ᴋʀɪᴘᴘ ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ

 (ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)ง ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴅs (ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)ง (ง •̀_•́)ง ʏᴇᴀʜ sᴘᴀᴍ ɪᴛ! (ง •̀_•́)ง

(╭ರ_•́)\ Mr. Fors we politely ask for the program 'Plug-Dj" to be used in this live broadcast for alas we will stir up a ruckus (╭ರ_•́)

 (̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄ ɴᴀᴍᴇ's ᴅᴏɴɢ. ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴅᴏɴɢ (̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄

 (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง I have been training since before I was born, and today is the day. Today is the day I spam. (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽YOU CAME TO THE WRONG DONGERHOOD༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽

 ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ YOU PASTARINO'D THE WRONG DONGERINO ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽

༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༽ºل͟º ༽ YOU COPERINO FRAPPUCCIONO PASTARINO'D THE WRONG DONGERINO ༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༽ºل͟º ༽

 ༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽You either die a DONG, or live long enough to become the DONGER༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽

༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ YOU ARRIVED IN THE INCORRECT DONGERHOOD, SIR༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽   

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・ﾟ clickty clack clickty clack with this chant I summon spam to the chat ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・ﾟ

ᕙ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ. ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ, ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀ .ᕙ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ 

ヽ(◉◡◔)ﾉ I'M LOL FAN AND I HAVE DOWN SYNDROME ヽ(◉◡◔)ﾉ 

(ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀ, ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง 

(ง ͠° ل͜ °)ง LET ME DEMONSTRATE DONGER DIPLOMACY (ง ͠° ل͜ °)ง

(\ ( ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°) /) OUR DONGERS ARE RAZOR SHARP (\ ( ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°) /) 

ヽ༼◥▶ل͜◀◤༽ﾉ RO RO RAISE YOUR DONGERS ヽ༼◥▶ل͜◀◤༽ﾉ 

̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'̵͇̿̿з=༼ ▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿ ༽=ε/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿[} ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿^ Stop right there criminal scum! no one RIOTs on my watch. I'm confiscating your goods. now pay your fine, or it's off to jail. 

̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'̵͇̿̿з=༼ ▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿ ༽ YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOR BEING CASUAL. COME OUT WITH YOUR DONGERS RAISED ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'̵͇̿̿з=༼ ▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿ ༽   

(ง'̀-'́)ง ＤＯＮＧ ＯＲ ＤＩＥ (ง'̀-'́)ง   

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ raise your dongers ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ 

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ VOICE OF AN ANGEL ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ 

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ LETS GET DONGERATED ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ 

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ RAISE YOUR BARNO ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ 

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ "I have a dong" ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ - Martin Luther King Jr.

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ OJ poured and candle lit, with this chant i summon Kripp ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ 

 ☑ OJ poured ☑ Candle lit ☑ Summoning the Kripp ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜O༽ﾉ ʀᴀɪs ᴜʀ ᴅᴀɢᴇʀᴏ ヽ༼ຈل͜___ຈ༽ﾉ  

(ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)งSuccubus release Kripp or taste our rage(ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)ง   

ノ(ಠ_ಠノ ) ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀs ノ(ಠ_ಠノ)

ヽ༼Ὸل͜ຈ༽ﾉ HOIST THY DONGERS ヽ༼Ὸل͜ຈ༽ﾉ 

ヽ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ﾉ Kripp you are kinda like my dad, except you're always there for me. ヽ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ﾉ 

 █▄༼ຈل͜ຈ༽▄█ yeah i work out  

༼ ºل͟º ༽ I AM A DONG ༼ ºل͟º ༽ 

༼ ºل͟º༽ I DIDN'T CHOOSE THE DONGLIFE, THE DONGLIFE CHOSE ME ༼ ºل͟º༽ 

༼ ºل͟º༽ NO ONE CARED WHO I WAS UNTIL I PUT ON THE DONG ༼ ºل͟º༽  

༼ ºººººل͟ººººº ༽ I AM SUPER DONG ༼ ºººººل͟ººººº ༽ 

┌∩┐༼ ºل͟º ༽┌∩┐ SUCK MY DONGER ┌∩┐༼ ºل͟º ༽┌∩┐ 

ζ༼Ɵ͆ل͜Ɵ͆༽ᶘ FINALLY A REAL DONG ζ༼Ɵ͆ل͜Ɵ͆༽ᶘ 

<ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀᴇᴅ> 

ヽ༼ʘ̚ل͜ʘ̚༽ﾉIS THAT A DONGER IN YOUR POCKET?ヽ༼ʘ̚ل͜ʘ̚༽ﾉ  

 ༼ ͡■ل͜ ͡■༽ OPPA DONGER STYLE ༼ ͡■ل͜ ͡■༽  

( ° ͜ ʖ °) REGI OP ( ° ͜ ʖ °) 

(̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄ IM DONG,JAMES DONG (̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄ 

(ง⌐□ل͜□)ง WOULD YOU HIT A DONGER WITH GLASSES (ง⌐□ل͜□)ง 

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ CUDDLE UR DONGERS ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ 

ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ) let me hold your donger for a while ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ) 

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ง MY RIGHT DONG IS ALOT STRONGER THAN MY LEFT ONE ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ง

(✌ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞ May the DONG be with you! ☚(ﾟヮﾟ☚)   

(⌐■_■)=/̵͇̿̿/'̿'̿̿̿ ̿ ̿̿ ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ Keep Your Dongers Where i Can See Them 

̿'̿'\̵͇̿̿\з=( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)=ε/̵͇̿̿/'̿̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ DUDE̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'\̵͇̿̿\з=( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)=ε/̵͇̿̿/'̿̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ PLEASE NO COPY PASTERONI MACORONI DONGERIN 

( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°) Mom always said my donger was big for my age ( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°)

(/ﾟДﾟ)/ WE WANT SPELUNKY (/ﾟДﾟ)/

─=≡Σ((( つ◕ل͜◕)つ sᴜᴘᴇʀ ᴅᴏɴɢ  

(✌ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞ POINT ME TO THE DONGERS (✌ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞ 

ᕙ( ^ₒ^ c) 〇〇〇〇ᗩᗩᗩᗩᕼᕼ ᕙ( ^ₒ^ c)

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ ArcheAge or BEES ヽ̛͟͢༼͝ຈ͢͠لຈ҉̛༽̨҉҉ﾉ̨

 ୧༼ಠ益ಠ༽୨ MRGLRLRLR ୧༼ಠ益ಠ༽୨

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉITS A HARD DONG LIFE ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉMOLLYヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

༼ つ ຈل͜ຈ ༽つ GIVE MOLLY ༼ つ ຈل͜ຈ ༽つ

 †ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ† By the power of donger I summon MOLLY †ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ† 

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉTAKING A DUMPヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ 

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ WHAT DOESNT KILL ME ONLY MAKES ME DONGER ᕙ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ  

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ FOREVER DONG ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ 

[̲̅$̲̅(̲̅ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°̲̅)̲̅$̲̅] Mo' money, mo' Dongers [̲̅$̲̅(̲̅ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°̲̅)̲̅$̲̅] 

༼ᕗຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ Drop Bows on 'em ༼ᕗຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ 

Ѱζ༼ᴼل͜ᴼ༽ᶘѰ HIT IT WITH THE FORK Ѱζ༼ᴼل͜ᴼ༽ᶘѰ  

Ψ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽Ψ hit it with the fork Ψ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽Ψ

(∩ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)⊃━☆ﾟ. * ・ ｡ﾟ Copypastus Totalus!! 

 ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ༼ຈ ل͜ຈ༽ﾉ☂ ɪᴛs ʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ sᴀʟᴛ! ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ☂ ヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽヽ｀ヽ、ヽヽ｀ヽ

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[hold-our-destiny]

if you can't breathe- chapter 7

its finally here!!! a bit longer than the other chapters! I worked really hard on this one! comments are always appreciated!

read it here on ao3

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Peter was fading in and out. At times he could feel the ghost of pain across his skin, that's when he wished to fade out, and when he did, he wished to be present again. it's been so long he's become slightly numb- at least that's what he thinks, he knows that he damaged his wrist at some point, but he can feel the pain there now, it was slightly relieved. His thoughts are mostly blurry now, if they're even there at all. He hasn't moved in, what was it? 5 days? There’s no way to tell, no light, no windows. Peter knows it's been a while. His lips are dry, lungs wheezing slightly, when he can feel pain it's almost always in his stomach.

Peter fades in again, his eyes focus slightly and he recognises the faint outline of the cell door. God how much he wished someone would walk through there at this moment. Anyone.

His brain flicks back to the last memory he had before his master left him there. He was bending down in front of him, saying- something. Peter tried to concentrate.

“I know what it's like. To wait. I waited for weeks for my friends, they ever came. And neither will yours”

The way he said it was almost soft, as if he hadn't just spent weeks terrifying the boy.

Peter blinks as he remembers, he knows it's not true, it can't be, but at this point he’s starting to doubt himself. What has it been? Three and a half months last time he heard, probably longer now, Tony wasn't looking for him, he couldn't be, the video would've been enough to assure him peter was dead.

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“I haven't seen him out if his room in a week, steve”

“I know, im trying to get him to at least have a shower but he hasn't left his bed”

“He can't keep going on like this, it's been weeks”

Tony could hear the conversation from his bedroom, his position in the bed had not moved in days. He couldn't bear it. His mind was permanently rushing with thoughts of ‘what if we found him in time, what if we found him the first day? What if they never got to him? He would still be here, living, breathing, he isn't, all because of you’

Rationally, Tony knows he shouldn't be thinking like this, that they did all that they could. But it just wasn't enough was it? They didn't get there in time, and Tony had to reassure his kid as he slowly gaped for air that would never come. Tony squeezed his eyes shut and after a full day of the thoughts circling his head, he drifted off.

Outside though, steve and nat were still talking, trying to figure out how to help the grieving father, knowing that they’ve already tried everything.

“The only thing we can do now is wait and be there for him, hope that he sorts everything out soon,” Steve said solemnly, bowing his head and walking to the kitchen, him and nat both wished they could do something, anything to help.

Steve essentially dragged tony to the kitchen the next day to get him to eat something. He didn't take no for an answer. Tony was sat on one of the kitchen bar stools, hair mussed up and clothes crooked in every way. Around the kitchen were also nat and sam, making their own breakfasts and making casual conversation (Tony couldn't see how they could talk as if they didn't watch a child die a few weeks ago).

“You know Tony, you can't keep beating yourself up about this,” Tony blinked and noticed now steve was leaning over the counter towards him and speaking in hushed tones.

“I-” tony tried to intervene

“it's not your fault, you have to accept it, that kid’s gone, we all know” steve had a sad look on his face, tony was absolutely raging. ‘that kid’?

“Peter.” he essentially spat. Steve looked surprised that he actually spoke, let alone the fact that he was angry.

“I- what?” the captain spluttered

“His name. Was peter.”

“Oh”

“And don't you dare say that it wasn't my fault, it was all of our faults, we couldn't find him in time.”

“Tony-”

“No, steve” he hissed out his name, “don't say it, it's our fault, and yes, I am aware that he is- that he isn't here anymore- im very aware of the fact, so you can keep your damn mouth shut”

Nat decided to speak up now.

“Tony , we know you’re grieving” tony growled, yet she continued “your kid- peter. He's gone, there’s nothing we can do about it now but its been months, you’ve got to move on-”

“I cant!” tonys hands found themselves yanking at his hair, making it more messed up than it already was, “don't you think ive tried? Hes always here, i cant go down to my lab without seeing his things, hes room is opposite mine for fuck’s sake. And I can't even sleep! All i see when i close my eyes is his face, as he gasps, searching for reassurances as he fucking dies! And what did we do? We watched it happen! That's what we did!” Tony's face was now covered in tears streaming down his face, not intending to stop.

Tony took one more look at the three people in front of him, before turning on his heel and leaving, heading straight to his room, throwing himself on the bed and passing out.

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“Boss, you have one new message”

“ugh, ignore it fri”

“Sir-”

“I said. Ignore it.”

“Okay boss.”

Tony was sat in his room, staring mindlessly out the window for the last, hour now? He didn't keep count. With every second sat there, he wished one more time to just forget everything.

Two minutes later, friday spoke up again.

“Boss, you have been sent one video”

Tony groaned.

“Who’s it from fri?”

“You don't have them saved in your phone sir, the video contains two people, one identified as peter parker, the video is dated from a week ago I believe-”

Tony jumped up at once, not wasting a second before running into the hallway and heading straight into the lounge where the others were, they all looked surprised at his presence.

“He sent another one” he directed the statement to steve.

“What?”

“That- that- that guy sent another video,”

“Tony calm down, what guy? The guy that took peter?” Tony didn't bother wasting a breath, already hyperventilating at the realisation, peter, his kid could be alive, very much hurt but breathing. He was reeling. He still had doubts circling in his mind, it could be an old video with a different date, or it could be his body, oh god-

“Fri, play it on the screen”

The tv screen turned over to a black screen before flicking to a frozen picture of peter- god peter- tied to a chair, that bastard of a man stood behind him. Tony stood in shock, tears building in his eyes as he processed what was in front of him. The video started playing and the man started speaking, circling peter in the chair as he did so.

“Ah, hello again mr stark, so sorry we haven't been in much contact recently, today is- the thirteenth- so about a week before ill bother sending it to you.” Peter looked up slightly, eyes glazed over, gliding over everything, never locking onto anything, “such an unlucky number isn't it? Thirteen? I never found out why, something to do with the devil. Anyway,” he clapped, making peter flinch and tony curse under his breath, the others all stood in silence, stone faced and in shock, “so stark, this child right here is finally perfect, granted it took a bit of- conditioning, we got there in the end, didn't we pet?” the guy put a hand on Peter's shoulder and his eyes grew wide, finally processing everything.

He nodded, staring straight ahead, almost in a trance.

“Yes we did, though his vocal chords did get a bit damaged, this little one cant talk properly, partly because of the shocks and also because of- well you can guess. Anyway, im finished with him now, you can come get him,``Tony opened his mouth in disbelief, the man suddenly looking bored, peter’s face not changing, “yes, I know, you can really have him back, he’s useless to me anyway, no fun anymore. So here’s what's going to happen, ill send you this video along with the location in about- a week, and when you make it here, the child will probably be dead or dying from his injuries, who am I to say?” he chuckled.

“Oh and one more thing,” peter flinched, “before I leave, ill be sure to make my last mark on him, give you something to remember him by, you know?”

Peter looked straight into the camera for a moment in shock, before it cut out. Tony called the suit to him, the rest of the team already suiting up.

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The base was almost empty, FRIDAY’s scan only picking up one heat signature. Tony decided to go alone, the rest of the team waiting on the jet if he needed backup. The team were all in their gear, except from bruce, who was on standby with medical.

“Tony, are you sure about this, we’ll all be fine going in with you?” steve grabbed his arm as he was about to fly to the base.

“I'm sure, steve, trust me on this, i'll call you if i need you.”

Without another word, Tony took off in the suit, helmet flipping down and friday marking out where the heat signature was.

Granted, it took a bit of searching, but eventually tony found the room, standing just outside the door he froze for a moment. What if peeta wasn't there? What if it was someone else?

No, it had to be peter. Without another word, Tony opened the door.

It was dark in the room, Tony's suit glowed in the darkness as it shone a light around the room. Tony’s eyes landed on a body in the corner, suit retracting as he stepped forward, He raised his hand to his mouth in shock as he got a closer look at the kid.

Peter didn't seem to be badly hurt, his right arm was bent at an odd angle, making tony grimace. His left ankle seemed slightly swollen, dried blood coated nearly all of the kids bottom half. He was deathly thin, he looked more like a skeleton then anything. Tony reached forward to rest his hand on the boy’s curls but gasped when his head fell limply forward.

Tony tapped the comm, activating it.

“I-i've got him, bringing him back to the jet now, get bruce ready,”

He then deactivated it before he could hear a response from steve. He stood up and scooped peter up in his arms,careful not to hurt him any further. He let his suit guide him out of the facility and back to the jet, he only looked up when he reached the others, laying peter down in the stretcher ready for Bruce to help him. He didn't take his eyes off his kid once.

You're okay now kid

tags:

@dreamingformuses

@baloobird

@keep-a-bucket-full-of-stars

@just-the-daydreamer

@verdonafrost

@tmifangirl21

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[stray-kids-in-your-area]

|Never Look Back III|

⇀ Two runaways meet on a train, neither have a destination ahead of them. All they know is the never want to look back.

Word Count: 2,430

|M.list|

After spending a few days, listlessly wandering through the unknown streets of the small town, you figured that it was about time for you to move on. Wanderlust filling every inch of your mind and heart as you “discovered” what you assumed was everything that this town had to offer. Listening to the small voice in the back of your head that prodded at you to move on to a new city, you decided it was time.

Your alarm blared in your ear, signaling the start of a new day. Rolling out of the lumpy motel bed, as the last remnants of sleep left your body. You prepared yourself for what would be your last day in the quaint town. Making quick work of packing all of your belongings and double checking before you headed to the front desk to check out of your room. Taking a deep breath as you walked out of the front doors of the motel, you smiled softly to yourself at the thought of a new adventure awaiting you.

However, before you could get two steps out of the door your stomach churned, erupting in a loud noise reminding you that you did, in fact, need to eat. The man next to you threw a disgusted look and making you scoff. Staring straight back at the man who had unfortunately crossed you before you had your caffeine, you made one of your classic sarcastic remarks. “What, you never heard anyone be hungry before?” Even going the extra mile to introduce him to your middle finger while mumbling a few curse words. After deeming the man properly scolded,you turned to make your way to the cafe down the street in search of the croissant that seemed to be calling your name.

Five minutes into your hunt for food, you finally arrived at a cafe that had the smell of freshly baked bread and coffee wafting directly to your nose, triggering another response from your famished stomach. Rushing into the establishment as if it were a long lost lover awaiting your embrace, you practically sprinted to the cashier to order yourself a cold, bitter drink and warm croissant. Moving to the end of the bar you waited patiently for your order to be called, eyeing the poor barista like a man starved as they eyed you back warily and with equal fervor, setting the food down quickly. Moving in, you snatched up your food and drink making your way to the back, keeping an eye on the one empty seat as you made a beeline for it. Mouth salivating at the inviting warmth radiating from the food in your hands,

Had you been paying attention you would have realized that your happiness would soon be short lived. If only you had known just how quickly your happiness could be ripped away. The cause of such sadness coming in the form of stupid, neon circle. Oh, that stupid plastic disc.

One second you were standing up right, happiness radiating from every part of your body and the next, you were on your hands and knees praying like a sinner in church to whatever god had cursed you, your coffee and croissant nowhere to be found. You swear you almost sobbed, although you finally registered after a few brief moments of self pity, that your food and drink had to have landed somewhere, and if it wasn’t the floor then...giving a quick look around, something bright green caught your eye, your head snapping towards it, eyes squinting to focus, for some reason it seemed so familiar not quite able to place it in your memories. Suddenly, a deep voice reached your ears, shaking you from your stupor. The voice registering in the recesses of your mind, until it all hit you like a truck. ‘Frisbee, park, Felix...FELIX’

You hopped to your feet to find the same blonde boy from days ago covered in your cold drink. Remnants of your croissant scattered over his body in pieces. “Oh my gosh Felix I’m so so sorry, I tripped over your Frisbee, i'm a damn fool, I wasn’t watching where I was going and I just-“ The boy let out a hearty chuckle, interrupting your nervous rambling. You stood frozen wondering if you should be laughing as well, you were never good with social cues. Noting your confusion his chuckles died down as he placed his hands onto your shoulders in a light hearted gesture. “You and my Frisbee just don’t get along very well huh?” Picking up the offending plastic disc, he continued. “First the sandwich, now a coffee, it’s racking up quite a debt isn’t it?”  You dropped your head flustered. “It’s not your fault” you mumbled, glancing up to him you took a good look at the damage your coffee had caused “I- uh...sorry about the shirt” You stuttered, moving to grab napkins off of his table in hopes that it would soak up the remains of your coffee. Grabbing your wrist, he pushed it back down to your side. “Forget it, no big deal.” He smiles wide at you, his toothy grin infectious as you made a slight smile back. “Let me buy you another drink since I'm kind of the reason you dropped it.” Looking at him in disbelief, you searched your brain for the right words to say, how could he be so kind? You asked yourself.

After a minute of silence, he waved his hand in front of you, “So I take it you don’t want coffee?, I can get you something else?” Shaking your head you brought yourself back to reality. “No no don’t worry about it, I don't need to feed my caffeine addiction anymore anyway.” Rejecting his kind offer you chewed in your bottom lip, crushing the flesh between your teeth as you thought about how delicious it all sounded, However, you body betrayed your words as your stomach growled once more. Your cheeks growing red as you looked down at your shoes to avoid further embarrassment. As if he could sense your distress, Felix stifled a laugh and spoke once more with a tight lipped smile on his face from holding back his laughter. “Oh hush, sit down and i’ll be back”  nodding your head slightly and taking the vacant seat across from his with a huff, you knew you weren’t going to get out of this interaction easily. Although, you could also say that you didn't exactly want to either.

Minutes later he came back and sat a drink and a fresh croissant in front of you. Drool beginning to form in your mouth as you picked it up, almost attacking the bread you had waited ages for. “There you are- whoa! Someone’s a bit hungry.” Chuckling, you reminded yourself that there was company and table manners were a thing. Swallowing your food, you looked at the man in front of you like he was your savior, smiling wide at him as your hunger subsided, leaving behind a pleasant and warm feeling. “Thanks Felix..” you said quietly, looking down at your drink to distract from your nerves. “No problem.” He said as he smiled down at your flustered state, before asking what you knew would inevitably come up. “So...how come you never texted?” You stopped drinking mid swallow, as you sucked in a small breath, causing you to choke on the cold beverage. Patting your chest in hopes of catching your breath, you looked at the man in front of you who was currently watching you with amusement. Not too sure how to answer, you went with one of your favorites in situations such as this one: “I don't know.”

As if he expected to hear these words tumble from your mouth, he made a deadpan expression, voice monotone as he quipped back, “Good excuse.” Tilting your head at the audacity of the man before you, you quickly recovered your sarcastic nature, hiding beneath the anxiety you were feeling. “Hey you have my number too, you could have texted me first. I’m shit at starting conversations.” you laughed as you spoke the last of the sentence, finding it hard to be serious in his presence. Studying you for a good minute, he looked from the window and then back to you, as if contemplating your words. “So..Points were made.” he began, his smile reappearing from the deadpan expression he wore moments before. “But, now that we’ve met again how about I give you that tour we talked about?”

You took a moment to think, it was your last day and you had seen pretty much everything you had thought was worth seeing. The cynical part of you wanted to say no, because you didn’t want to get too attached to someone you probably wouldn’t see again.  The more optimistic part of you wanted to let loose and try to have some fun on your last night in town, it’s what you had come for anyways. Shrugging your shoulders, you looked back to the man awaiting your answer “Sure, why not.” His face beamed with an even wider, more radiant smile. (If that was even possible) “We’re gonna have to stop by my place first since im kinda covered in someones sticky drink.” He chuckled out. Swatting lightly at his shoulder, he laughed out loud “It was an accident, I said sorry!, it was the frisbee’s fault!” You joined in on his laughter as you both stood up to leave. “I'm just teasing you. Come on, let’s get out of here.” Felix threw his frisbee inside his backpack before standing up and slinging it over his shoulder and heading towards the door. You followed suit with your drink in hand, careful not to trip over anything else. As you made your way to his place you falling into a light conversation as you matched pace with him.

“So how long are you in town for?” Taking a sip of your drink you pretended to think about your answer. “Until about 10pm tonight.” You said nonchalantly. He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, you stopping abruptly as well as you looked back at the impromptu tour guide. “Why so soon?” He asked, confusion marking his features. Not knowing how to respond, you simply shrugged. “No real reason to stay” you said softly, he could detect the tinge of sadness that came with the words that had tumbled effortlessly from your mouth. Walking up next you as he beckoned you to follow him, you both continued to walk in thick silence for a few minutes.  “Could I possibly convince you to stay? At least one more day?” He asked quietly, as if he were worried he’d overstepped his boundaries by asking that question. Your lips formed into a coy smile as you looked at the confident boy turn into the shy one you met back at the park. “Make it worthwhile and I'll think about it” you teased. The boy bounced up and down on his toes like an excited child “Don’t worry, I'll make it the best day of your life.” He said excitedly as he began to walk a bit faster, laughing you responded “You can try.”  

After finally arriving at his place he threw the door open and loudly shouted “VOILA, welcome to my humble abode!” He threw his bag to the ground and pulled you inside. “Take a seat, make yourself comfy. I’ll be right back”  as he went to his room to change you sat on the couch continuing to sip your coffee. The condensation from the cup making your hands wet, standing up to find a napkin of some sort, you took the liberty of glancing over the house on your journey for napkins. Seeing it's walls covered in family photos and miscellaneous decorations. It brought a cozy feeling, looking at the photos you realized that Felix wasn’t hard to spot in any photo. His smile giant smile a welcoming constant in every single shot he had taken with friends and family. Your mind wandered, what things were those smiles hiding. Every family has something behind their happy facade and you were quite curious as to what his was. Not that you were going to pry. It’d be hypocritical to since you weren’t to keen on sharing things about yourself either.

You were snapped from your thoughts as you heard a loud bang come from upstairs Looking around for any obvious force that caused the noise, you wondered of your new friend was okay. “Felix did you fall??” You yelled out. He responded quickly to your call of concern. “No I just dropped my shirt!!” Narrowing your eyes in his direction you spoke back skeptically, “That sounded awful loud to be just a shirt!” You were met with silence, after a few seconds he answered you back, stuttering slightly. “I- i was in the shirt” Taking a minute to process his words, you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Dear lord, Felix be careful!” 

Soon you heard footsteps coming down the stairs, the familiar face of a certain, clumsy boy greeting you, this time with a faded pink dusting his face. He cleared his throat and fixed his shirt, as you choked back more laughter for his sake. “Let’s get out of here. You can leave your bag here if you’d like that way you don’t have to trudge it around all night.” Looking from him to your bag, one thought crossed your mind. “How long do you plan for us to be out?” you asked. “Until at least one.” Sighing in relief, you shrugged your shoulders. “That’s like 3 hours away. I can carry it.” He smirked at you, letting a small noise escape his mouth at your naivety “Oh I meant one in the morning, sorry should have clarified.” Taking in your incredulous expression, you placed your bag on the floor. “What the fuck are we gonna do that takes that fucking long?” You hissed at him. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see” His tongue poked out from his lips and his eyes squinted shut. You heart was telling you to trust him but your brain said to hold back as you’ve only just met the man who stood before you. However, you couldn’t deny that since meeting him, the itch you had to quickly leave had subsided greatly. Tossing the thoughts through your mind all that could come out of your mouth was, “Fuck it, i’m here for a fun time not a long one.”

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[softforcal]

Just Friends:Soulmate!L.H

Summary: You and Luke are best friends, when you get a tattoo the same one appears on your soul mate. neither you nor Luke have ever had a tattoo and have a pact that if you never find your soulmate, you two will get together. finally on a drunken night of desperation while Luke is on tour you get a tattoo.

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: angsty slow burn fluff

You’d met Luke in LA at a party. the connection was instant, you talked all night and until the sun came up the next day. After exchanging numbers you assumed your life would go on as usual without another word from the rockstar but you were wrong.

the official hang out was much like the day you met, hanging out and talking like old friends for hours. 

you confided in each other about everything.

from what it was like being a rockstar to the conflicted way you both felt about being in your twenties and neither of you having soulmate tattoos. 

“I just don’t want to get something done and have her not like it.” Luke explained, “i also just... i don’t know, do i even want a soulmate?”

“people look really happy when they find theirs.” you shrugged.

“yeah but you just give up all this control over your life, you know?”

“i guess.”

“look, how about this,” he said, turning to face you, “in ten years, if we both still haven’t found our soulmates we should just give up on it and give this a try.”

dating in a soulmate world was difficult. most people didn’t even bother to try. Because no matter what, when your soulmate comes along they’re the one. no matter how much you love the person you’re dating you can’t just not pursue a soulmate. 

you sighed, “fine. but you and I both know the risks... are you sure about this?”

he nodded with a grin, holding out a hand, “pinky promise?”

Luke had been on tour for what seemed like ages and you were distraught. sure you tried to talk as much as you could but he was always busy and the different time zones made it almost impossible.

you were with a few of your friends, one of them had only found their soul mate a month ago and she was still so happy. “he does this super cute thing in the morning where he hides his face under the pillow and just looks so sleepy.” she gushed.

you sighed, you were happy for her but it was still tough. noticing your sad smile your friend sighed, “i’m sure you’ll find yours soon.”

“im just so tired of being alone.” you took a drink from the bottle of liquor you were sharing.

your friends eyes searched your face, “i have an idea! get a tattoo!” 

“what?! that’s crazy!”

“look there’s this new database thing where you can take a picture of the tattoo and post it and through this tagging system your soul mate will be able to look it up. so if you get like... a rose or something, your soulmate can look up rose and scroll through the pictures then find you.” your friend explained, “come on it will be great!”

before you knew what was even happening you were at a tattoo parlour with a needle pressing into your skin.

your fingers hovered over your phone when you got home, not sure what to say to Luke. you sighed, texting: ‘so i got a tattoo. wanna see?’

you knew that with different time zones, Luke would take a while to respond so you put your phone away and went to sleep.

Luke’s day was busy. he didn’t even get a chance to look at his phone until the afternoon, he frowned when he read your text, sending back: “i’d rather see it in person for the first time, only a week left then i’m home. see you then?”

as the guys drove to an interview Calum noticed Luke not being as talkative as usual, “you okay mate?”

“yeah, Y/N got a tattoo.” Luke answered.

“what?! damn, Y/N took the plunge.” Michael grinned.

“do you think it will be someone we know?” Ashton asked, “i mean, it happens sometimes.”

Luke sighed, “i don’t know.”

“you’ll find yours some day Luke. and then you’ll forget all about this crush on Y/N.” Calum insisted.

“you just don’t know what its like because you haven’t found yours yet.” Michael said.

the car stopped and they all got out to go to the interview but Luke knew nothing would distract him from the distress he was feeling.

it must have been two in the morning for Luke when he called you, “hey, how’s tour?”

“its fine.” he answered, “what are you up to?”

“just scrolling through the soulmate tattoo feed, i haven’t felt like posting my picture yet.”

“why not? are you afraid?” Luke’s concern was evident.

“i don’t know. its weird.” you answered, “hey what time is it for you?”

“close to three.”

“wow, you should go to sleep.” you laughed.

“wanted to talk to you.”

“you can talk to me anytime Luke, get some sleep okay?”

“okay, i’ll talk to you later yeah?”

“always.”

He couldn't sleep. tossing and turning all night every time he dreamt it was about you, you with some faceless guy, you with Calum (which Luke knew made no sense), you with a girl. it was all over the place.

Luke trudged through the entire day, going through sound check and then hanging out in the back room before the concert.

someone came in with their outfits and the guys all began to get changed. Luke was pulling off his shirt when he noticed Calum staring at him, “what?” he asked.

“you have... there’s um...” Calum motioned to Luke’s back.

going to the mirror Luke craned his neck to get a good look, sure enough, there was a white outline of a tattoo. the soulmate tattoo. a white counterpart for the original black on his soulmate.

“what a coincidence, first Y/N now you.” Ashton said, “congrats man.” he said, pushing Luke’s shoulder.

“you don’t think-” Luke began.

“nah, Y/N got her tattoo what? two days ago?” Michael said, “can’t be her, we would have noticed it.”

“you’re right.” Luke sighed, pulling his shirt on. 

“wait, don’t you want us to take a picture or something? you can post it? who knows, by the end of the night we could know who your soulmate is.” Ashton suggested.

“no. i don’t care.” he pushed past the guys and walked towards the back stage.

“you know,” Calum sighed, “i really thought it was going to be him and Y/N.”

Ashton picked up his drunk sticks, “we all did.”

it seemed like forever as you waited for Luke to come home. you barely talked and you knew something was up with him but you just guessed it was the stress of the last few concerts. 

you were house sitting for Luke, watching Petunia, both of you heard the jingle of keys at the same time as you both raced to the door.

throwing it open you barrelled into Luke’s chest. he laughed, his arms going around you as he dropped his bag. “missed you.” he breathed.

“we missed you too.” you said, pulling away so Petunia could get some love.

“so any luck with your soul mate?” he asked.

“not yet but i’m sure it will happen.” you answered, “can i finally show you my tattoo?”

“yeah.”

“so you know how we have always worried about getting tattoos in case the other person doesn't like it? well i decided if i put it on my back then if they don’t like it they don’t have to see it.” you explained, turning your back to him and lifting up your shirt.

Luke’s heart nearly burst in his chest as his gaze landed on the familiar ink. 

“what do you think?” you asked.

instead of answering he simply turned you around, grabbing your face and pulling it to his own. his lips were soft and desperate against yours and your hands went to his waist after a moment of hesitation.

he finally pulled away and you looked up at him with questioning eyes, “Luke-” you began.

“i know what you’re going to say but just wait.” Luke said, hands going to the bottom of his shirt he pulled it off and turned around, “Look, do you see it?”

you weren't sure what you were looking for at first before you finally made out the white lines on his skin, “oh my god.” you breathed.

he grinned, turning around to look at you, “we’re soul mates!”

“but.. how... why didn’t you say something?”

“i didn’t know! i only noticed it a few days ago and i figured that it was just some weird coincidence, the guys said-”

“the guys said?” you laughed, “well there’s your first problem. what did they say?”

“they said that my tattoo showed up two days after yours so we couldn't be soul mates.” Luke stated.

“so you’re telling me it took two days for someone to actually get a good look at your back?”

“yeah?”

“damn, i should have realized that putting it on a place you couldn't see was problematic.” you giggled, “my bad.” 

he laughed as well, grabbing your face again to press his lips to yours, “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do this.”

“me too.”

[clown-bait]

A Very Monster Christmas (Monster Roommate AU) PT5

H-Hey everybody? This took me 5000 years to write. I have no excuse so I'm just gonna release both of the final chapters at once and then the first for part 3 so everyone is happy.

CH22 Babies Were a Mistake

“Don’t touch it!”

“Junior quit being a baby and hold still”

“No! Get away from me!” Hissed a very upset monster clown with a knife in his eye. His uncle threw up his hands in defeat returning to his chair. The giant seated next to him fidgeted  nervously knowing that his landlord could get very violent when wounded. A soft hand landed on Bubba’s arm and the giant cannibal looked over to leech’s mom smiling sweetly at him. “Sweetheart will you hold him for me?”

The masked killer blinked clearly scared of the monster clown howling in pain on the floor. “Its ok big fella I’m going to make him stop.” the witch said calmly reaching into her bag. “You need to hold him for me though can you do that?”

“BABIES WERE A MISTAKE!” Penny roared and screamed still clutching his face.

“I am so glad to be awake to see this.” the elder Pennywise sighed happily resting his head on his hand with a toothy grin as he watched the younger clown sob in pain. Leatherface stood and cautiously approached the shrieking eldritch who’s other eye tore open solid red and black with anger. “DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!” he snarled and snapped his enormous fangs wildly like a wounded animal. Leech’s mom slowly approached him from the front and held out a small bag of herbs which she poured into a small ashtray and set it on fire. “Shhh inhale the smoke.”

“NO! NO ONE APPROACH I WILL TEAR YOUR FLESH FROM YOUR BONES!”

“Sally doll, sit down and let em’ cry it out like the baby he is.” the elder clown suggested starting to grow worried for his date’s safety. His worry was quickly gone when Sally Smith snatched the roaring monster harshly by the ear and pulled hard motioning for Leatherface to grab his arms as the creature whined in pain.

“Inhale.” the woman said sternly and shoved the smoking embers to his red nose. Pennywise had no choice but to breathe in the smoke deep into his lungs exhaling it with a couple coughs as his body relaxed. The witch quickly removed the small knife from his eye earning a pained roar from the restrained eldritch who was released and immediately skittered into a corner slumped over in pain. Tiff who had been watching stared at the substance in the bowl with wonder. “What was that you gave him some sort of magic herbs?”

“Oh no sweetie just simple cannabis!”

The doll blinked a few times as the elder pennywise began to howl with laughter from his chair “Yeah you're Fangs’ mom alright.”

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A howl filled the air as a group of hunters made their way down the snowy streets of the town of Derry. The sound rattled the doll and put the vampires into a state of extreme alert their fourth companion simply groaned. Three figures appeared in front of them and two from behind. The hunter’s own arrogance had shifted their position to the role of prey. “Pen’s gonna kill me” Leech groaned as the bones in her hands snapped and reformed.

“Get in the middle of us apprentice. He will kill us before you if we return you with so much as a scratch.”

“I appreciate the gentlemanly gesture Dracula but I can handle myself. Besides you Fred's got no power here and Chucky has a bread knife. You boys really think you'd be more effective against fucking werewolves than a juiced up vampire?”

“Ouch Fangs.”

“If you want to fight fido alone be my guest Chuck.”

“She has a point, I really don't want to deal with going through another resurrection on the holidays. Phil gets weird during this time of year.”

“Holy shit I’ll say did you see him last week he freakin headbutted a nativity display and started eating the manger! Could have just been hungry though….could have also just been a regular goat.”

“Who the fuck else in this town has a giant ass black goat with a leggings fetish?”

“I don't know Fred goats are really popular right now they're all over Instagram!”

Dracula let out a long sigh and stepped backwards “Myers.” he tried to say over the arguing friends.

“What? What does Mikey have to do with goat yoga?” Freddy asked before suddenly being torn from his standing position and chucked into a wall.

“That.”

The masked killer casually kicked a shrieking  Chucky into a trash can and both vampires found their necks being squeezed in the vice like grip of The Shape himself as a pack of women surrounded them from behind.

“Hello blood suckers!” Sandy the werewolf said cheerfully behind the tall slasher.

“You're dating Myers?” Leech wheezed and tried to claw her way out of the grip on her throat.

“I am! Thank you for finally asking!”

Dracula cursed loudly in Romanian as winds picking up strongly through the alleyway.

“Sandy have them put down, we need to have a little talk.” Laurie nudged her sisters arm who motioned for her boyfriend to release them.

“You!” Leech hissed “Couldn't settle for my familiar could you bitch!”

“Jim and I broke up vampire!” the she wolf snarled with obvious pain in her voice. Dracula took notice of the tear in her eye.

“Yeah it was very sad be nicer!” one of the other sisters chimed in and Leech slashed forward in warning holding up her injured hand.

“Your leader tried to kill me and cut off my fucking finger! I think we're past being nice!”

“Its just a finger bloodsucker.”

“She tortured me!”

“And you turned her into Hamburger Helper!”

“I think I had the right to!”

“Stop taking credit for that Fangs that was your damn demon spawn!” Freddy interrupted deciding to join the argument.

“I helped make them Fred I can claim credit!”

“You’re pregnant?” Laurie said in shock as Dracula continued to awkwardly stare.

“See me,” he whispered “See me now.” Laurie glanced over at him and gave an uncomfortable wave.

“Oh great now everyone knows.” Leech rolled her soulless eyes and retracted her fangs.

“How?” Sandy asked and then grimaced in disgust when she remembered what manner of beast the vampire was dating “On second thought maybe don't share that.”

“It was actually a pretty normal process surprisingly, what isnt normal is the eldritch horror morning sickness” Leech casually sheathed her claws and fixed her coat.

“Oh well um congratulations then?” Sandy said almost confused.

“Yeah uh thanks... I’m still kinda processing it all myself.” Leech laughed nervously.

“Well this is hella awkward. I’m not gonna fight a pregnant woman.” one of the girls said.

“Yeah you know we were gonna come and get our revenge and what not but to be honest it's just kinda weird now.” Laurie said side eyeing a still wide eyed Dracula.

“You guys uh….. you guys know where we can get something to eat?” the younger vampire asked. “Kids need some food you know.”

“Y-yeah there's a frat party down the street from us you can grab someone there.”

“Cool……...um so is this like a truce or….”

“Its christmas man just forget about it.” Sandy took her tall silent boyfriend by the arm signaling to leave.

“Yeah alright. Cool. See you at work then.”

“The fuck is going on?” Chucky shouted from the trash can.

“Weird ass women shit Chuck.” Freddy said as he tipped the can over.

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Pennywise squatted in the corner of the decaying kitchen lapping at a bowl of eggnog like an extremely dangerous kitten. His good eye darted around defensively as he lapped the obnoxiously sweet drink. He didn't even notice the front door bursting open or the loud thud in the living room of his mate returning with a large meal.

Leech draped the muscled youth over the coffee table like a hunter proudly showing their family the prized turkey they caught for dinner. She even began placing her boot on his rear to show off even further.

“He's still passed out drac and I have been keeping him drained and Fred’s been keeping him scared in dreamland. It only took two of my special mix to get him falling on his ass not bad for a pregnant lady I'll say!” Leech beamed wide and knocked on the young man's skull. “Hey Fred you good in there?” the limp body jerked his arm up in a thumbs up position.

“Not bad?! All you did was flash the guy a little cleavage and hand him a couple shots. Where's the finesse?” Chucky complained carrying a large stolen pizza box with what looked like a bloody hand print on the sides. “You shoulda seen what I did to the pizza guy now that was art!”

“I'm not going for art I'm going for easy. My family was hungry and I provided.”

“Yeah yeah you're a strong woman Fangs, we're all very impressed now go clean up your idiot for us.” the elder clown called out to her casually sipping the sweet spiked eggnog that sat perched in his gloves. Leech groaned and put her hand to her face.

“Jesus the fuck did he do this time?”

Chucky looked up and snarled finally noticing the lack of twins in the room. “I said it once and I'll say it again blood sucker, I aint paying for therapy.”

The kitchen was much quieter than out there with all the noise and chatter and merryment. Pennywise wrinkled his nose in disgust and snarled still cradling his wound and purring in an attempt to heal himself. Babies were a mistake. Who was he kidding he was the eater of worlds and children. He hated children and here he was on his way to becoming a father. Oh the irony. The clown groaned and held his head tighter shutting his good eye to try to escape further.

“Mr. Pennywise?”

His eye flew back open.

“Mr. Pennywise I-Im sorry about Glenda. She takes after dad I think. Much better at the family business than I am.”

Pennywise’s breathing grew harder and his pained purring became an alarming growl as Chucky’s son bravely got closer.

“Mum says you’ll try to eat me if I came to talk to you but I don’t think you’re so bad.”

“You are quite the fool then boy.” He finally said giggling to himself a bit before wincing in pain. Glen stopped for a moment then continued forward.

“I-I just want to tell you that I thought your tricks were real neat that's all.”

The clown's growling softened and his molten yellow eye soothed. Maybe it won't be all bad, this one at least could appreciate perfection when he saw it.

“Um they have dinner out there if you want any.”

From a hole in the ceiling Leech watched her mate unfold himself and take his glove from his eye which was already beginning to heal. The boy bravely took the hand of his natural predator and led him out. He definitely had a long way to go but this was progress. She smiled to herself and felt the tug of exhaustion once again. “We'll get there together eventually.” she sighed and slipped away stepping back from the others and into the comfort the shadows.

[skizmin]

Ravenclaw Woojin

genre: fluff of course, sorta?? enemies to lovers but?? not really???, an adamant y/n and a soft woojin,,,, none of the other members appear which i didnt even realise until i finished

okay so woojin is ravenclaws most trusted prefect as hes the eldest one and literally does The Most to make himself available for others

seriously once he asked the defence against the dark arts professor for a 2 week extension on his assignment so he could tutor 5 people for the upcoming charms exam 

like,,,,,,,, damn

anyway so you actually do this extended course of charms, youre in the same class as woojin and for some reason??? the fact that hes so naturally good at it pisses you off

especially when youre falling slightly behind in that class

okay a LOt behind

your like,, only friend in that class is dropping it next term to focus on her divination classes and she doesn’t get it either but it doesnt affect her grades not nearly as much as it affects yours. 

shes all “dude just ask for woojin to tutor you” and youre like 

No NO no

no way are you being tutored by kim woojin. the idea just embarrasses you

you’re usually fine with getting help from peers but woojin?? everyone goes to him for tutoring and you sorta just dont??? wanna put yourself into that group???

you feel like it makes you inferior to him for some reason which is the worst feeling ever

(even tho you totally arent bc youre beating him in potions anyway)

anyway so its a wednesday morning and the class is about to end to allow the students to go have breakfast (you know how extended courses are out of normal school times ye??)

you’re tired as fuck

confused as fuck

hungry as fuck

everything as fuck

but then “y/n!” called you to your senses and you stopped packing your things

your professor had just called you up, an ancient tiny little man who was apart of the great battle of hogwarts some time ago

“yes sir?”

“come here would you?” 

you shoved your ink jar into your bag and nodded, walking out from behind your desk and saying bye to your friend who was leaving already

god she really did hate this class you thought lmao

the majority of the students were still packing their things away in a slow drawl probably instigated by the dim, sleepy light of the chilly morning

“anything i can help you with?” you awkwardly asked your professor who smiled at you, stepping down from his place standing on books to look up at you

“yes actually, ive noticed you’re falling behind.”

you cringed, hard, not even wanting to turn around and see who was watching

“i suggest you get a tutor if you wanna get an A for this semester, y/n.”

“sir, i don’t have time to be tutored!”

“well then i guess you’re going to fail this course y/n. just be tutored enough to catch you up on the syllabus and then i can help you with the rest, okay?”

you internally groaned. this was bad

“you’re smart, it’ll only be about 2 weeks before youre caught up. im sure theres plenty of people that would tutor you.”

you nodded and politely fare-welled the teacher before turning to walk out of the classroom

the classroom was surprisingly empty, and you were happy to see that, not really excited about your professor sharing the fact that you were failing the course

sighing to yourself, you walked out of the door, planning to go meet your friends in the great hall

“hey! wait! y/n!” 

you whipped around, half scared to death

the halls were practically empty yet

there was kim woojin

standing right next to the doorway you had just exited

your head tipped back. had he really been standing there the whole time?

“do you wanna meet tonight or something? we can go to the library?”

you gave him a pointed stare

“what? why?”

woojin was a little taken aback, he grew smaller under your gaze.

“oh, so i can- you know, tutor you? i heard you were behind by a bit.”

he looked almost embarrassed at how you were responding to his offer as you sharpened your gaze on him

“i dont need you to tutor me. i can find someone else.”

and with that you left a frowning, dumbfounded woojin standing in the hallway as you stalked off to the great hall

stupid woojin

who did he think he was asking you to meet him in the library

surely you can catch up on your own, you really dont need his help. you’re like, shaking your head lmao

smh

but anyway, the end of the day comes and you grab all these phat stacks of parchment and take you study charm books to the library and sit at the farthest ever table away from literally everyone

you start studying properties of all the spells youve learnt this second term

you get to the third spell, aparecium, one youve been having a lot of trouble remembering

you groaned, looking up in your book what exactly the spell meant and remembering it was in fact a revealing charm and you didnt have any pages with invisible ink on them. 

you began flipping further into the book, trying to find the incantation for concealing ink writing so you could practise 

“h-here.” 

you fuCKING LEAPED IN YOUR SEAT

BITCH TF

THAT SCARED YOu oh my god what was he doing here

“s-sorry for scaring you b-but, its got concealed writing on it so you can, like- practise?”

he sounded sorta hopeful as he slid the paper over to you, hands nervously twining with each other in front of him afterwards

your pride was getting to you tho so

“i’m good at that spell, i don’t need to practise it.”

woojin blinked and squinted at you a little, trying to figure out whether or not you were lying

“ooookayyyy. anyway, anything else you want help with? i can explain it a little bit for you?”

you resisted the MASSIVE urge to roll your eyes at him

we get it, youre good at this

“im okay, thanks.”

you expect woojin to leave then, and it seems he does too as he stutters in his movement before clenching his eyes shut

“do you not l-like me or something? or did i-, did i do something to you?” he peeked an eye open to gauge your reaction

he looked almost

scared?

oh no, oh no

what was this guilt? you could feel your glare softening in an instant

why are you liKE THIS

“n-no! i dont!” you stuttered out a reply, eyes widening slightly

and then, he smiled. and he smiled wide

you felt blinded almost, your heart started palpitating. so this is what it was like to have woojin smile at you, and you only.

you were fucked

“oh! okay then! sorry i just-, i just thought i’d annoyed you or something so..” he trailed off, tapping his shoe on the ground suddenly very interested in the lamp on the library desk

“anyway!” he spoke up again. “i’ll uh, i’ll leave you to it. and don’t forget to practise aparecium. it’ll be on the next test for sure.” he grinned at you again and you sorta maybe might have felt heat crawling to your cheeks.

“t-thanks woojin.”

he nodded at you, still smiling before leaving

you banged your head on the table, what in the world was that interaction

whilst burying your face in your hands you noticed he had left the enchanted paper with you, you shrugged

might as well use it, right?

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, shit

1 and a half hours later yu were groaning out of pure frustration with yourself. no matter how perfectly you practised the incantation or how directly you swished your wand at the page, nothing appeared

no writing or anything

you were beginning to wonder if woojin gave you the right piece of parchment, that this was the one with the invisible ink

you shook your head, looking at the clock closest to you and deciding it was too late to be studying and that your brain mustnt be working right,

you packed up your stuff and went back to your dorm, making sure to get as good a sleep as possible because you had another extension charms lesson tomorrow morning

,,,

anyway so you woke up late in the morning with a sore neck and red eyes. 

this was Not Good

quickly tugging on your robes and frantically shoving things into your bag whilst brushing your teeth you rushed out of you dormitory and ran all the way to the charms classroom

you ran in out of breath, your professor looking at you with an unimpressed look. “glad to see you could make it y/n.” he drawled before turning back to the blackboard

you whined as you saw him writing a test warning for 2 weeks time, sleepily stumping your way over to your friend who was laughing at you loudly

unpacking your things, you glanced around the room. eyes landing on woojin who had a hand resting under his chin staring right back at you

your cheeks went a bit red when he smiled at you, giving you a small wave before turning his head to the board again

your friend next to you shoved you a little bit, when your turned your head you face her she simply mouthed an i saw that

you rolled your eyes and paid attention to the rest of the lesson without any distractions

anddddd thennnnnn it was over

you blinked, your notes were cleaner today than usual

“hey, y/n!” you looked up to find woojin standing in front of your desk, toothy grin on his face as per usual

your heart sorta skipped a beat before you were able to tell it not to

“hey woojin :))” you smiled, trying your best to sound friendly whilst not looking like an absolute fool

he sorta squinted at you a bit before “so uh, how was studying?”

it was your turn to look at him sceptically this time

“it was,,,,,, good??” you questioned, unsure of how to respond

woojins smile sorta falters before coming back with a somewhat sad lilt to it

“ah, right. well i gotta go. my friends are waiting.” and with that he nodded at you and left

you were confused as fuck

well, that was certainly weird

anyway, for the next week and 3 days, woojin completely avoided you

you’d be fine with this of course if you hadnt gotten that little soft spot for him a while back

it sorta hurt when your smiled at him and he sorta just sadly smiled back and looked away, or if you were gonna say hi to him he’d scurry away before one word could leave your mouth

you were really down about it honestly

bUT you also didnt have time to worry about it

your test was in FOUR. DAYS. 

AND you had studied everything else to the best of your ability apaRT from the revealing charm, aparecium.

you wanted to cry, no one could explain it well enough to you and you could say the incantation right bc everyone spoke too fast and apparently you had to use it MULTIPLE times on the tes to maKE QUESTIONS APPEAR. 

QUESTIONS

INVISIBLE QUESTIONS THAT COUNT TOWARDS YOUR MARK

basically, you were having a mental breakdown and you knew there was only one person left to try and explain it to you

kim woojin

again, he was A V O I D I N G    Y O U

which made you angry bc you neED TO GET AN A

anyway, so your class on a tuesday was an afternoon class and you sorta just planned to corner him there after class

flitwick usually left 10 minutes early to arrive at his choir practises on time and put a charm on the door so no student could leave early

so the time comes, the bells ring and students rush out of the class you go and lie in their beds or whatever most teenagers do nowadays

and you make your way over to woojin’s desk as he packs up his things, he was always the last to leave

you coughed to get his attention, when he looked up his eyes widened

“i need your help.” you stated, eyes boring into his, you could swear you saw pink flush over his cheeks

“im uh, im busy. sorry y/n-”

“just one charm? please? i really need it, no one else can explain it.”

woojins eyes softened and he bit his lip. he was contemplating.

“okay.” you smiled at him widely “lets try now, okay?”

you nodded, placing you bag down and grabbing out some enchanted pieces of parchemnt, including the one he gave you

you sat down next to him and he look confused

“whats the paper for?”

“the aparecium charm.” you replied simply, turning to face him

a look of realisation dawned over his face

“i thought you said you were good at that charm?” he muttered

you looked at him weird, why was he acting so strange?

“i lied, i didnt want help back then but i do now. so,”

and then he grinned widely, taking a piece of paper that wasnt the one he gave you and telling you to watch closely

“aparecium.” he said, clearly. swishing his wand almost expertly

you looked at the paper in front of you and saw the writing of hello appear on it in your cursive handwriting

you looked up at him in aw.

“can you say it again? slowly? i dont think im pronouncing it right.”

woojin giggled

G I G G L E D

and repeated himself, clear and slow. you nodded at him, taking a random piece of paper and clearing your throat

“wait!” woojin yelped “use this one!” 

you furrowed your brows as he shoved the piece of paper he gave you in the library in front of you

“uh, okay?” you replied, glancing up at his smile

clearing your throat again, you swished you wand and spoke clearly. “aparecium.”

nothing happened to the paper and you groaned loudly

“oh, y/n, your pronunciation is perfect. its the swish thats wrong.”

you bored your eyes into him “what?”

“youre doing it this way. youre supposed to do it this way” he flourished his wand to demonstarte to you the wrong doing

you still furrowed your brow, not really seeing the difference between the two

“here, i’ll show you”

o hMY GOD HE 

HE JUST GRABBED YOUR HAND HOLY SHIT

SIRENS CALL THE AMBULANCE

YOU REALLY ALMOST CHOKED ON AIR

suddenly you felt fire all over. red surely covering your face as you tried to concentrate but holY SHIT

“okay so youre going like this.” he moved your hand in his own, making out the movement you made before

“but you should be doing this.” 

o h

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh

now you get it

you wanted to bang your head on the table for being so dumb about it

“oH RIGHT! woojin you’re literally a life saver!”

he laughed again, retracting his hand from yours as red splashed over his cheeks and onto his ears

“well, go on! try it!

you smiled, looking down at the paper and saying a strong and clear incantation whilst moving your wand exactly how woojin showed you to

you squeALED in excitement as ink dotted onto the page! 

you grabbed woojin by the forearm and raised it above both of your heads in celebration

he laughed and cheered along with you before you settled down, beginning your massive thank you speech.

“seriously i couldnt have done it without your help i could have faile-”

“y/n, read it.” woojin smiled at you

“what?” you replied, confused

“read the parchment.”

eyebrows furrowing once again you looked down at the parchment with now visible ink

do you wanna maybe go to hogsmeade with me this weekend?

your eyes widened

no way

no way no way no way

you snapped your eyes up to meet his

this is why he avoided you! he thought youd rejected him in such a selfish cold hearted way!

“i’ve uh, actually liked you for a while. we missed last weekend but im down to go next weekend if you want?”

“i- i, i mean, y-you! of course! i’ll go with you, yeah! oh my god i am so sorry you mustve thought i was such a bitch i shouldnt have lied im an awf-”

oh my fUCKING GOD

CODE FUCKING RED HIS HANDS WHERE ON YOUR CHEEKS

AND HIS LIPS ON YOURS

BREATHING? WHOS SHE

your eyes clenched shut as you reached to grab the front of his robes, kissing him back

you felt so goddamn dizzy, your mind cloudy at the absolute bliss of the feeling of his lips and how they moved against yours

he started smiling against you and had to pull away, his eyes glimmering and heart beating out of his chest

“i’ll pick you up at your dorms at 10, okay?”

god, youve never smiled harder.

[jpat82]

Don’t

CHAPTER 19

Warning: pet death (I’m sorry), adult content.

Side note: if you’ve never the poem rainbow bridge please do, it’s an amazing poem.

You sat in the waiting room of the emergency vet, elbows on your knees, head in your hands. They took Hagrid back as soon as you came in, leaving you standing there, a complete mess. You were trying so hard to hold the tears back. Thoughts of your brother ran through your head, how he came home one day with scraggly looking kitten. The biggest smile on his face, how much he loved that animal even when his drug addiction was so bad he made sure that cat had food and clean litter box.

But he was gone, had been for sometime, and Hagrid was the only piece of him left in this world. A warm hand gently stroked your back, you sat up suddenly, your eyes met those sky blues you had come to know so well. Chris gave you a weak smile as he pulled you into him.

Your reserve not to cry broke, tears fell as he held you close to him. Chris stroked your back as you clutched on to him, you trying to calm yourself back down. When you did you pulled back looking at him.

"Your sisters birthday?" You asked, he brought his hand, brushing the tears from your face.

"I couldn't just let you be here alone." He replied softly. "What has the vet said?"

"They.. they are stabilizing him." You said shakily. "I'm sorry, you didn't have to come."

"Don't apologize, I wanted to be here for you." He pulled you in and gave you tight hug.

"Miss y/l/n?" Your head snapped around, wide eyes landing on the vet.

"Yes?" You asked, standing on unsteady feet.

"We have him stabilized at the moment but his kidneys have shut down." She said softly, reaching over and grabbing your hand. "I'm sorry but.."

"Can I see him?" A fresh tear rolled down your cheek, if anything you had to say goodbye. It was one the thing the drugs took from you when it came to your brother.

"Of course, follow me." She smiled sadly, taking you to the back.

One the table wrapped in a soft towel was the mangy cat you loved with your whole heart. IV's hooked up to him, his eyes closed, he looked so peaceful. You walked over, Chris staying just behind you, you knelt down at the table in front you. Looking at Hagrid.

"Im Sorry Buddy." You said softly, stroking the cats face. "I don't want you to go but it looks like it's that time huh? At least you get to see your dad, can you tell my brother something for me? Can you tell him I miss him? Let him know I think about him all the time, and even though he did what he did, I'm not mad."

Chris placed his hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze.

"I love you, Hagrid. Tell my brother I love him too, and if you see grandpa as well." You watched the animals chest rise and the fall, then he didn't breathe in again and you knew.

You continued stroking his face, tears running down your face. Slowly you stood, watching as the nurse checked for a heartbeat, she gave you sad smile again. You turned, Chris pulled you tight against him, allowing you to cry into him. You heard the nurse leave, allowing you your moments.

He stroke gentle circles in your back, his head resting on yours. It broke his heart to see you like that, not being able to do damn thing about it. He felt your body shake with each ragged breath you took.

"Hey, baby girl, breathe." He whispered, placing a tender kiss on the top of your head. "You'll see him again. I'm sure you've heard of rainbow bridge."

You pulled back, looking up at him again and shook your head.

"Its where they wait for you. It's a special place your pets wait for when you pass to meet with you. And they'll be there like they were at the peek, beautiful and full of life and when it's your time they will reunite with you to cross over." Chris explained, smiling down at you. "He'll be waiting, I promise."

"Okay." You said with a ragged breath. "Can we go?"

"Yeah, come on." He replied, grabbing your hand. You stopped by the desk, sign a form, they were going to get you a paw print and give you his ashes in a couple of days.

Chris walked you out, telling them they would be back for your car in the morning. He told you he didn't want you to drive being as upset as you were. He took you back to his house, he help you out of his Jeep and walked you up to the building.

   Opening the door for you, he help you out of your jacket, tossing it on the chair next to you. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, Chris pulled you closer as he snuck his arm around your waist.

    "I'm sorry baby girl. I know hard it is to loose a pet you were close to. They are more like family then family sometimes." He kissed your forehead gently as you went to bury your head in his neck.

"I just want to forget, even if it's just for a bit." You sighed, Chris didn't hesitate as he lifted you off the floor gently.

He walked you down the hall to his room and gently set you down on the bed. His eyes were focused on yours as he pulled your shirt from your body, followed by your pants. He pulled his shirt over his head and unbuckled his pants letting them drop to the floor.

Unlike the times before he took his time this time. His gentle touches and caresses were exactly what you needed, they way his fingers danced across your skin, setting it on fire. His kisses were intense as he stroked the sensitive spots of your body, your nerve endings humming tight. When he finally did enter you he almost had you coming undone.

His pace was slow, and yet it was perfect. You could feel his entire length drag through you when he pulled his hips back, just for him to snap them back. He seemed to know exactly what you needed with out you ever saying a word. He locked eyes with you as he continued to buck himself into you.

"God, you're beautiful." He whispered, leaning down, his lips crashing into yours.

You could feel yourself building, your core started to tighten around him as Chris drove himself harder into you. He grasped your thigh, pulling it high on his hip and you dug your finger tips into the back of his arm. With a hard snap the dam burst, your orgasm hitting you causing you cry out lightly.

"Baby girl." Chris groaned his pace faltering as he came right behind you.

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At the start this is a one shot little story but @youaremyfavouritepizzaplace  convinced me at prosecute, im set story with both point off view.. this is for you honey i hope like it, repost if u need :)

Painter Steve Rogers x Etoile Natasha Romanov

Word 2500

Warning Fluff, Angst

They looked at each other for a few minutes, they knew that soon they would have to say goodbye but neither of them broke the joy of that moment, Steve was memorizing every expression and every breath of Natasha, wanted to fix them in mind before letting her go, the woman smiled, took his hand and led him to the bed

"Little doll what strange idea put on your head?" Steve laughed, complicitly taking her in his arms and making laugh, the woman clung to his hips and kissed him, he had dreamed many times about that situation and now that she was in his arms it didn't seem real, laid her down on the bed and slowly undressed

"Tasha you are so beautiful" said caressing her face, the woman stared at him smiling, "It will be hard to be without you for the next few weeks" sighed,

"Shh, let's not think about it now," she replied, kissing him, "Right now it's just you and me, no work, no travel, just the two of us," whispered, drawing him to herself, they spent the night exploring their bodies and making love.

Steve opened his eyes at dawn turned in bed and was enchanted watching Natasha still asleep, her naked and lithe body illuminated by the first rays of sun, her usually ordered hair framed her face, was tempted to wake her up but was left to admiring it the alarm would have sounded soon dividing them, she was about to leave for a tour that would take her around the country, if only he had imagined that the previous evening would have ended that way would not have made plans for his future, the woman moved opened her eyes and smiled at him, she was so damn perfect as soon as she woke up, Steve responded to her smile by touching her face and approaching her to kiss,

"Good morning", Natasha curled up in his arms like a puppy looking for cuddles, she was so petite, "How about breakfast?" the man asked, kissing her head,

"It seems to me a great idea, Steve," she replied, raising face to him, "What time is it?" asked, turning to the alarm clock,

"I'soon has not yet played, let's enjoy the awakening" Steve stroked her back, "If decide to kidnap you think someone would notice?" asked laughing,

"I'm afraid so, tonight we debut in New York I think you would notice my absence," she replied, standing up, "Love what you like for breakfast?" asked, picking up the phone to order,

"For me coffee and donuts Sweetheart" he replied, sitting up, the woman put on robe and straddled it, the man pressed her to him kissing her neck, "Where had we stayed tonight?" whispered, sliding his hands up to her ass, the woman arched over him touching his pectorals

"Mr. Rogers tempts me" she smiled, "But breakfast will come in 10 minutes"

Steve turned and took it back and stood over it "Then I'll wait ..." he laughed, kissing her, they were entwined until the bell rang, Natasha got up and made the waiter sit and put the tray on the table and went out, the woman brought the tray to bed breakfast hugging each other quarreling the last donut, the insistent trill of the alarm broke the magic the woman turned it off sighing,

"I have to get ready" she said in a low voice, "In an hour they'll go by to get me" headed for the shower, Steve followed her, they remained silent under the hot jet looking at each other lost in their thoughts,

"Love did you see my tape?" asked the woman, raising the pillows,

"Maybe .." Steve replied slyly, hugging her from behind, "... I want something of yours ..." he turned to kiss her, Natasha clung to him

"And what do you give me in return?" she asked, "I'll turn into Medusa if I don't tie my hair,"  laughed, pulling off his tie and turning to the mirror, the man stared at her as he gently made a tall tail and stopped the rebellious locks with hairpins approached and tugged at her, a lock fell softly around her face,

"You're so beautiful" he said kissing her, "Sorry but as a painter that loose tuft makes you perfect" laughed, Natasha looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at him,

"You're right, I think I'll take them like this from now on," the woman finished packing and checked that she hadn't forgotten anything, the cell phone rang, her colleagues were now it was time to go and greet each other, the couple remained a few minutes in silence,

"Call me as soon as you arrive" Steve said trying to mask the sadness,

"I will .." Natasha replied with tears in her eyes, "... I will miss you tremendously Love", the man squeezed her, wrapping her,

"I'll miss you too, but we can do it," he whispered, kissing her head, "I'll follow you as soon as you know," they broke the embrace and left the room.

                                                            Steve

  The journey home on the subway was long and sad, the man clutched the tape in his fingers, thinking back to the last few weeks, he had crowned one of his dreams by portraying Natasha, it was good to have her around the house, he smiled at the memory of the first morning, he had spent a good part of the night arranging the apartment and he got up at dawn to get the flowers he would use in the portrait set he had changed at least 10 times before deciding to wear the clothes he used to work when the woman rang the bell he was at the third cafe, her curious eyes were so beautiful early in the morning as looked around as she entered, her smile open and cheerful as he smiled and put the donut box in his hand before got to work, the pocket that vibrated brought him back to the metro,

"Hello," he said in reply

"Is Mr. Rogers good morning?" asked a female voice

"Yes, with whom do I have the pleasure of talking?" Steve answered, not recognizing the voice

"I'm Daisy, I call him from the San Diego Institute of Art," the woman said, "his request to take the courses was accepted, we wait for her Monday at 10 to fix the paperwork," his hand trembled after the portrait Natasha was able to study in San Diego was his biggest dream and now could make it happen.

"Of course, you can give me the address please," he said excitedly

"We sent you an email with all the necessary information, on Monday," the man said goodbye and stared at the phone screen for a few minutes, still didn't believe it, quickly dialed Natasha's number, wanted to share that news with her immediately was about to start the call when he realized what it meant, how would he explain to the woman that was leaving for San Diego right now that they had found each other?

He got off two stops before the house he needed to clear his head, crossed the street and walked quickly towards his favorite bar in the center sure that Sara would be there to listen and advise him as always, the phone vibrated again was Natasha

"Hey Baby have you already landed?" asked, looking at his watch, it had been a couple of hours before he couldn't be in New York already,

"We're about to leave, I wanted to hear your voice before turning off the phone, we didn't talk even a moment after you arrived last night," she laughed.

"I still don't believe it seems like a dream to me" Steve laughed in turn, he wouldn't tell her anything for now he wanted it to be quiet and focused for the first, "If I didn't already have work commitments I would have left with you," he said,

"It was a sudden thing we will talk as soon as I promise you," the excited woman replied, "They announced to turn it all off, I'll call you as soon as I land .. by the way .. I love you"

"Oh Tasha I love you too, I'll join you as soon as I can" he greeted her before attacking and entering the bar.

"How are you early morning Brooklyn boy" Sara welcomed him as cheerful as ever and made him coffee, "Is everything okay Steve?" she asked putting the cup and a caramel donut in front of him, the man smiled at her nobody knew him as well as she did,

"It's all right, all too well," he replied seriously, "Do you remember the redhead at Parrot?" began

"Of course, it's hard to forget something like this," laughed Sara, "have you met again?"

"I did the portrait and it got out of hand, I gave it to her last night and the evening ended with the mutual confession of the crush" he smiled

"Great I am happy for you" the woman laughed in return, giving him five, "If it is mutual how come you seem unhappy?"

"I'm really happy just believe me that, San Diego called me a little while ago, I was accepted at the Art Institute" said Steve turning the coffee, Sara went around the counter and threw her arms around his neck happy,

"Oh Steve but it's wonderful news" he chirped, "When are you leaving? Do you need a hand for the move? "

"The time to fix things here, I have a couple of jobs to finish, I have to look for an apartment near the campus but above all I have to tell her" he confessed, "It won't be easy, we didn't talk about anything last night and Tasha just left on tour, it will already be difficult to see if delivery will become almost impossible" he concluded lowering his serious voice, "I don't know what to do Sara" he looked at her, Sara squeezed him she understood what he was going through

"I can't decide for you and any advice could end badly" she smiled sincerely, "What I know is that if anyone can handle such a thing you are" stared, "You just have to relax and figure out what you want, how much Is this woman important to you? "

"Oh Sara for years I followed and admired from afar then, thanks to your help, I met her and we started dating for the portrait and the feeling grew, I think I could follow her to the end of the world if I she asked," he laughed with a beating heart

"Well, how important is it to attend SDAI?" asked Sara looking at him,

"I have been trying to get into SDAI for 3 years, I could finish my studies, make my job and my passion perfect and it would open a lot of doors for me, it's an occasion that happens once in a lifetime" he laughed again, adrenaline pumping into blood,

"Mmm the two things are the same, they are just as important to you, you have to understand if you are willing to give up one in favor of the other, or grit your teeth and have them both" concluded Sara, the man knew he didn't want to give up any of the two, he would have fought and worked so as not to lose Tasha and at the same time would have worked hard for his studies, he smiled at Sara and went back to his apartment.

                                                              Natasha

  Her colleagues wanted to know everything about the mysterious man he had kissed before getting on the bus,

"Come on Tasha don't let me pray" Jenny insisted on behalf of all, "It's the first time we see one of your admirers, and it's not bad I would add" the group laughed,

"Ok ok nosy that you are nothing else, his name is Steve and he is the mysterious admirer .." she began laughing,

"Wait for the one from the yellow roses?" Fanny asked,

"Exactly, he's an exceptional painter, I've been to him every day for the past few weeks," said,

"It's the one from the bar, from after the show he sent her that rose drink with rose petals", they remembered it well, they had been teasing it all evening but she didn't care, it had seemed like a guy place,

"If you want me to tell you everything you have to calm girls" she laughed trying to get serious again, the group calmed down hanging on her lips, she returned on the first morning, didn't know what to expect and how to dress, had done several photo shoots for dance magazines and in fashion but modeling for a painting was something new to her, she dressed comfortably, put shoes in her bag and took a taxi that strange man intrigued her, always waited for his roses when she was in town and never missed a show and now she could know him better, the night before at the bar she was struck by his kindness and shyness, she saw a beautiful pastry shop and motioned for the driver to stop and wait for her, didn't want to arrive empty-handed.. seemed rude to her, she was fascinated when he opened the bare door to her and wearing a color-covered suit, they ate like old friends and he took her to the study, was thrilled when saw the sketch that Stev and he had done by heart and had no trouble following his instructions, too bad that the light changed rapidly and she liked the game of looks between them but that was only the first of a series of mornings.

Her colleagues questioned and eventually gave up telling about the night just passed,

"Tasha how nice I am happy for you!" Fanny said enthusiastically, "Do you think him will join you soon?"

"I hope so, he has some work to do here, neither of them had a relationship scheduled but when I saw the painting collapsed last night and told him everything," she replied with a smile, "The tour has just begun. better to get engaged but I am in love and I will try to make things work, on the plane it does not take much to come and find him between one move and the other" it seemed that tried to convince herself more than her friends, her last relationship was shipwrecked as soon as his career exploded and he was afraid that this could happen again, was thinking about how to deal with things when they arrived at the airport, checked in and made herself comfortable near the window, picked up the phone and called Steve, she wanted to hear his reassuring voice before leaving, the hostess told her to turn off the phone they were about to take off, Natasha smiled, everything would be fine .. in one way or another.

[captain039]

Mighty god

Thor x reader

Summary: some imagines

Btw if i ever repeat a story please tell or if ive written like the same plot because i have no fckn clue😂

Warnings: i rate this M because its manly😂

Rescue

It was cold way to cold for your liking. Your eyes opened seeing nothing but a black sky, where were you?

"Awake at last" you jumped at the rather deep voice you shot up seeing a giant monster. You froze wondering what the hell.

"W-who are you where am i?" You asked rushed the giant snickering.

"You my dear are on Jotunheim" the thing said. Your attention turned to the large crash far away seeing a familair ray of aura shining down. A figure stood as the giant chuckled deeply walking away locking you in the cell. You saw lighting emit from the sky realizing it was Thor. He killed every giant he saw before reaching you and freeing you. His face was stern and angry you didnt like it when be was mad. He took you back to earth you assume almost puking from the sudden travel.

"I told you to stay hidden" you turned to him.

"Hidden all i did was open my door to get some damn pizza" you huffed ar him crossing your arms. You didnt want to be stuck at home 24/7 you were a supposed target now being friends with a good. Though you knew your feelings were more then friends but how could a god love a human?

"Just be careful" he sighed as you nodded not wanting to argue.

"Are you ok?" He asked you nodded the chains around your wrists left a red mark but it wasnt major. Thor noticed though grabbing your hand gently as you sighed his gently fingers brushing over it making you rip your hand back.

"Sorry, lets get some ice" he said as you nodded realising you were in your backyard. He had a nack for ruining lawn.

He sat you down helping himself to ice before coming back to you and placing it on your wrist.

"Im fine Thor" you huffed again.

"Your not" he said as you rolled your eyes, you weren't some delicate glass artifact.

"How did you find me?" You asked after some silence.

"Heimdall" you nodded. He was always so gently with you, you wished he wasn't it always made your heart flutter.

"Ok im good now" you removing his hand he sighed placing the icepack on the counter. Even sitting up on the counter he was still taller only slightly though. His blue eye's stared into yours as you felt yourself blush.

"What?" You asked as he blinked averting his gaze.

"Nothing your just beautiful" your whole body froze did he?

You watched him as moved his hands either side of you as you were frozen in shock. One of his hands made it to your face as you jumped slightly his thumb caressing your cheek. You breathed out slowly trying to calm yourself, it wasnt working. His face was inches from yours as you gulped muttering a screw it before connecting your lips. The kiss was like sparks his hand gripping your face gently. You both pulled away for air resting your forehead on each others. You chuckled quietly as he frowned at you.

"What?" He questioned as you shook your head.

"You an idiot" you muttered kissing him again.

Servent warrior

You were a servant at the castle of Asgaurd working day and night. You often saw the royals going about there day queen frigga sometimes greeting you. It was a lovely place to work at though you were more for adventure. You would often sneak out at night running into a small part of the forest where you would test your archery over and over getting the rush. You didn't realise you were followed this time before a voice called.

"Didn't know you were an archer" you turned to the voice pointing am arrow at them. You saw the prince Thor as you quickly lowered you weapon bowing in apoligise.

"Im so sorry my lord" you said as he let out a light chuckle.

"Dont be lady Sif has threatened me many times" you still felt shame pointing an arrow at him.

"Where did you learn to fight?" He asked.

"My father before he passed" you said as he nodded.

"Sorry" he replied.

"Its alright" you said with a smile.

"Why do you not join as a warrior?" He asked as you froze in shock before stuttering your words out.

"No, no im just a servant i clean for gods sakes my mother doesn't even know" you said rushed as he nodded a small smile on his face.

"Maybe i could teach you more?" He asked as you frowned.

"Teach me?" You asked as he nodded.

"Though you have natural talent i doubt you need more but maybe a better place to practice?" He said as you didnt know what to say.

"I but im a servant my prince" you said as be sighed nodding.

"I know that but you could be a great warrior one day" he said offering you a smile before walking back to the castle. You dwelled on what he said cleaning something when someone tapped your shoulder. You turned seeing the prince again giving hima bow.

"I never got your name" he said.

"Y/n my prince" you said as he smiled.

"Lovely name" you blushed slightly as he smiled wacing goodbye.

You did train with him and soon you became the best archer in Asgaurd you worked alone though even in battles you preffered to be a one man team. Though you did have everyone behind you. Your mother was proud yet worried. One day your return wasnt as expected.

You were fighting on some planet woth the prince when suddenly someone had stabbed you. You gasped in pain seeing the sword through your side as you fell to the ground.

"Y/N" Thor yelled killing everything before rushing to youe side.

"No come on" he said going back to Asgaurd rushing you into the castle. Your mother watched scared as the prince laid you on the table before healers got to work. You passed out though to much blood being lost.

You were awake but in pain you didnt dare move.

"Please wake up" you heard someone whisper, Thor.

"I need you to wake up i have so much i need to tell you my feelings" he sighed. Feelings? He had feelings for you?

"I love you y/n" he muttered as your mind froze he loved you? The god of thunder loved you?

"I love you too" your voice came out hoarse as you opened your eyes seeing the surprised prince.

"Your awake" he said happily placing a hand on your cheek, you leaned into him.

"Im tough" you joked coughing whincing at the pain.

"Hey here" he handed you water which you took gladly.

"Do you really?" You asked not finishing your sentence as he nodded you smiled giving his hand a kiss.

Art

Ever since the mighty god fell to earth you were the one to bring him back. Ever since then the man became a hero and a god you were proud yet sad knowing he would soon forget about you. You were just human nothing special just one of Janes friends who lended a hand every now and then. Your passion wad art though you never got around to it much.

Tonight though you sat on top of your roof looking up at the stars wondering where the thunder god was now. You were sketching the sky when suddenly a loud crash came behind you. You screamed your book and pencils going everywhere. You frowned seeing the god himseld jumping onto your roof while your scrambled to grab your things.

"Thor" you as he smiled giving you a quick hug.

"Hello" he said before you both sat down.

"What are you drawing?" He asked as you showed him.

"This is amazing" he said staring at it making you giggle.

"May i?" You nodded as he flicked through your book. It landed on one damn page though of were you drew him you quickly grabbed your book hiding it against your body making the god confused.

"Y/n?" He questioned.

"I swear you were never meant to see that" you muttered your face burning you fogot it was that book with him in it.

"Why not?" He asked as you rolled your eyes.

"Because its creepy to draw someone with out them knowing when you know them and-" you stopped yourself feeling flushed.

"And?" He pressed on damn him he wouldnt stop.

"And because of my feelings, towards, you" you said rushed burning as you stared at the ground.

"You have feelings for me?" He asked like it was a surprise.

"Yes idiot" you muttered wishing you could dissapear.

"I return those feelings" you froze he what? You looked to him his kind smile filling his face.

"You like me?" You asked.

"As humans put yes i like you" he said as you stared in shock.

"Me?" You questioned again as he chuckled.

"Yes y/n y/l/n i like you very much" he said your head wouldn't wrap around it.

"Still need convincing?" He asked you didnt asnwer he smiled leaning forward kissing your lips leaving you even more shocked.

"I hope that answers it?" He asked as you smiled moving to kiss him again. He moved you to straddle his legs as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled away smiling as you panted quietly leaning your forehead against his. No words were said none had to just the feeling between you was enough.

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Granted, his unorthodox build worked and carried us to victory but I still felt it deserved a report.

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ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ RAISE YOUR DONGERS ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

(ง ͠ ͠° ل͜ °)ง ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴsᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟɪᴇsᴛ (ง ͠° ل͜ °)ง

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ As I ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴜʀᴀɪ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ ᴀs I ᴡᴀs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛ sᴜᴅᴏᴋᴜ, I ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ Kʀɪᴘᴘ ᴘʟᴀʏ Cᴀsᴜᴀʟsᴛᴏɴᴇ... I ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ Kʀɪᴘ ᴡᴀs Nᴏʟɪғᴇ... ɴᴏᴡ I ᴀᴍ Nᴏʟɪғᴇ...ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙʏᴇ ᴋʀɪᴘᴘ ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ

(ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)ง ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏᴅs (ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)ง (ง •̀_•́)ง ʏᴇᴀʜ sᴘᴀᴍ ɪᴛ! (ง •̀_•́)ง

(╭ರ_•́)\ Mr. Fors we politely ask for the program 'Plug-Dj" to be used in this live broadcast for alas we will stir up a ruckus (╭ರ_•́)

(̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄ ɴᴀᴍᴇ's ᴅᴏɴɢ. ᴊᴀᴍᴇs ᴅᴏɴɢ (̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄

(ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง I have been training since before I was born, and today is the day. Today is the day I spam. (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽YOU CAME TO THE WRONG DONGERHOOD༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽

༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ YOU PASTARINO'D THE WRONG DONGERINO ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༼ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽ ºل͟º ༽

༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༽ºل͟º ༽ YOU COPERINO FRAPPUCCIONO PASTARINO'D THE WRONG DONGERINO ༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༽ºل͟º ༽

༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽You either die a DONG, or live long enough to become the DONGER༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º༼ ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽ºل͟º ༽

༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ YOU ARRIVED IN THE INCORRECT DONGERHOOD, SIR༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ༼ ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽ಠل͟ರೃ ༽

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・ﾟ clickty clack clickty clack with this chant I summon spam to the chat ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・ﾟ

ᕙ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ. ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ, ғᴀsᴛᴇʀ, ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀ .ᕙ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ᕗ

ヽ(◉◡◔)ﾉ I'M LOL FAN AND I HAVE DOWN SYNDROME ヽ(◉◡◔)ﾉ

(ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀ, ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง

(ง ͠° ل͜ °)ง LET ME DEMONSTRATE DONGER DIPLOMACY (ง ͠° ل͜ °)ง

(\ ( ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°) /) OUR DONGERS ARE RAZOR SHARP (\ ( ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°) /)

ヽ༼◥▶ل͜◀◤༽ﾉ RO RO RAISE YOUR DONGERS ヽ༼◥▶ل͜◀◤༽ﾉ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'̵͇̿̿з=༼ ▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿ ༽=ε/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿[} ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿^ Stop right there criminal scum! no one RIOTs on my watch. I'm confiscating your goods. now pay your fine, or it's off to jail. ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'̵͇̿̿з=༼ ▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿ ༽ YOU'RE UNDER ARREST FOR BEING CASUAL. COME OUT WITH YOUR DONGERS RAISED ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'̵͇̿̿з=༼ ▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿ ༽

(ง'̀-'́)ง ＤＯＮＧ ＯＲ ＤＩＥ (ง'̀-'́)ง

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ raise your dongers ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ VOICE OF AN ANGEL ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ LETS GET DONGERATED ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ RAISE YOUR BARNO ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ "I have a dong" ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ - Martin Luther King Jr.

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ OJ poured and candle lit, with this chant i summon Kripp ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

☑ OJ poured ☑ Candle lit ☑ Summoning the Kripp ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ༼ຈل͜O༽ﾉ ʀᴀɪs ᴜʀ ᴅᴀɢᴇʀᴏ ヽ༼ຈل͜___ຈ༽ﾉ

(ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)งSuccubus release Kripp or taste our rage(ง ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)ง

ノ(ಠ_ಠノ ) ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀs ノ(ಠ_ಠノ)

ヽ༼Ὸل͜ຈ༽ﾉ HOIST THY DONGERS ヽ༼Ὸل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

ヽ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ﾉ Kripp you are kinda like my dad, except you're always there for me. ヽ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ﾉ

█▄༼ຈل͜ຈ༽▄█ yeah i work out

༼ ºل͟º ༽ I AM A DONG ༼ ºل͟º ༽

༼ ºل͟º༽ I DIDN'T CHOOSE THE DONGLIFE, THE DONGLIFE CHOSE ME ༼ ºل͟º༽

༼ ºل͟º༽ NO ONE CARED WHO I WAS UNTIL I PUT ON THE DONG ༼ ºل͟º༽

༼ ºººººل͟ººººº ༽ I AM SUPER DONG ༼ ºººººل͟ººººº ༽

┌∩┐༼ ºل͟º ༽┌∩┐ SUCK MY DONGER ┌∩┐༼ ºل͟º ༽┌∩┐

ζ༼Ɵ͆ل͜Ɵ͆༽ᶘ FINALLY A REAL DONG ζ༼Ɵ͆ل͜Ɵ͆༽ᶘ

<ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ ᴅᴏɴɢᴇʀᴇᴅ>

ヽ༼ʘ̚ل͜ʘ̚༽ﾉIS THAT A DONGER IN YOUR POCKET?ヽ༼ʘ̚ل͜ʘ̚༽ﾉ

༼ ͡■ل͜ ͡■༽ OPPA DONGER STYLE ༼ ͡■ل͜ ͡■༽

( ° ͜ ʖ °) REGI OP ( ° ͜ ʖ °)

(̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄ IM DONG,JAMES DONG (̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄

(ง⌐□ل͜□)ง WOULD YOU HIT A DONGER WITH GLASSES (ง⌐□ل͜□)ง

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ CUDDLE UR DONGERS ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ) let me hold your donger for a while ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ง MY RIGHT DONG IS ALOT STRONGER THAN MY LEFT ONE ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ง

(✌ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞ May the DONG be with you! ☚(ﾟヮﾟ☚)

(⌐■_■)=/̵͇̿̿/'̿'̿̿̿ ̿ ̿̿ ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ Keep Your Dongers Where i Can See Them ̿'̿'\̵͇̿̿\з=( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)=ε/̵͇̿̿/'̿̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ DUDE̿̿ ̿̿ ̿'̿'\̵͇̿̿\з=( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)=ε/̵͇̿̿/'̿̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ ̿ PLEASE NO COPY PASTERONI MACORONI DONGERIN

( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°) Mom always said my donger was big for my age ( ͝° ͜ʖ͡°)

Thats so cool! You should write a book or do a screen play

- mod santa

[andthelightbulbclicks]

Hi! Looooveee your writing, you're so talented!! Anyway, im still sad that bellarke are separated for 6 years , could you do one where Clarke made it back in time to leave with the rest of the gang + bellamy , and like, how it would be if she were with them ? that would be cool. ❤️

Hi! Thank you, you are so kind!! This was interesting to write, since my hiatus project is all about them in canon-verse during those six years, but it was fun to think about.. Thanks for the prompt :D [ao3]

“It’s now or never,” Raven tells him, regret in every wordshe speaks.

Bellamy looks towards the upper level again, silently begging.Come on Clarke, come on Clarke.

“Just,” Bellamy says, refusing to look away from thelanding, “just one more minute. Give her one more minute.”

Raven sighs behind him, and he can hear her shuffling at thedoorway of the ship. “Sixty seconds. We can’t even afford that. I’m going tostart launch, if you’re not in here in the next fifty seconds, I won’t be ableto stop it from leaving you too.”

Bellamy nods, eyes laser focused on the spot where Clarkeshould emerge, where she will emerge.

He hears the others’ voices echoing out from the ship, buthe can’t focus on them when he hears a loud crash from up above, right fromwhere the lab’s entrance to the outside is.

And then, he sees the most beautiful sight in his entirelife – Clarke, practically clawing her way towards the railing.

He opens his mouth, ready to holler to her to hurry the hellup, they need to go now, when she spieshim, and freezes right at the top of the stairs.

“What are you doing?”She yells, sounding angrier than he’s ever heard her.

He doesn’t even have time to be confused before he picks upon the absolute fury lining every part of her body as she barrels down thestairs and straight towards him. Bellamy can do nothing but watch as shereaches him, and grips the front of his suit as best as she can through herthick gloves.

“Bellamy Blake,”she growls, chest heaving with every breath she takes, “get on that goddam ship!”

He’s so focused on accepting the fact that she’s actuallyhere, that she made it, that it takeshim a second for his eyes to catch on the crack in her helmet and the raw panicin her eyes. And he knows she’s not scared for herself.

She’s petrified for him.

So he forces his legs to move, both of them dragging eachother along until Clarke shoves him in front of her to climb the stairs to theship. She keeps pushing him, following right behind him until both of them areplowing into the ship and everyone else is staring at them in silent shock.

“It’s about fucking time,” Raven tells them, her handsmoving to flick some switches. “You had five seconds, now shut the damn doorand buckle the fuck up.”

This time, Bellamy’s the one pushing Clarke, right into oneof the two remaining seats next to each other before he reaches for the latchto shut the ship’s entryway, not even glancing back as the large doors slideclosed in the lab.

He’s back to Clarke almost instantly, his entire body onalert as he checks her over, trying to help get her buckles in place, becauseshe’s panting and shaking, and he knows she must have practically killedherself sprinting to get back in time.

But she pushes him off, still gasping for air, but pointingto his own empty seat. “Please Bell,”she breathes.

He knows what she’s asking without her having to say it, sohe slides into the seat next to her, tightening his own buckles even as hewatches to make sure hers are secured too.

“Opening launch door,” Raven calls.

“Did you get the power on?” Murphy asks Clarke, as he gripsEmori’s hand.

Clarke nods, still clearly out of breath, or completelyoverwhelmed. “Had to climb a fucking tower to do it,” she huffs, almosthysterical.

Raven smirks. “Initiating countdown.”

She hits one final switch.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6…

Bellamy turns to Clarke, can’t look away when she closes hereyes and tilts her head back until her helmet is leaning against the ship’swall. He’s so engrossed in her that he almost startles when her gloved handreaches for his, and he’s momentarily brought back to another time when hegripped that hand like it was his only lifeline.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

He holds on tight, squeezing her hand once, twice. Shedoesn’t open her eyes, but she smiles in relief, and Bellamy doesn’t know whathe would have done if he never saw that smile again.

—

His own rising panic had subsided as soon as he knew theywere all safe in that ship. He didn’t care that they were going back to theArk, or that he was currently in a rocket. They were all alive, they were goingto make it.

And then they hit the break in the atmosphere, and thatcrack in Clarke’s helmet splinters into five more, stretching across the widthof the glass.

He knows what that means even before Raven skywalks to theArk as fast as she can to open the door, and Clarke’s oxygen goes critical.

By the time they’re actually running through the hallways toget oxygen flowing through the Ark, Emori and Murphy are supporting Ravenbetween them, and Bellamy is dragging a near-unconscious Clarke.

The moment he can take his helmet off, he rips hers off too,and gives her whatever oxygen he has left.

He later finds out that it’s Echo who flips the breaker, savingthem all.

And that she’s the one who dragged Clarke, and then Bellamy,towards the vents giving them air.

—

“Is the water filtration system functional?” Clarke asks,and Raven grunts in affirmation as she paces back and forth to check between aset of wires she’s working on and the computer screen Monty got running.

“And how about the algae farm?” Bellamy adds. He sees Clarkenod her head in agreement, as if that was the next question she was going tospew off to Raven.

“And what about–,” Clarke starts, only to be cut off by Raventhrowing her hands in the air.

“Enough!” She says sternly, but not unkindly. Bellamy looksat her in surprise, as does Clarke. At their reactions, Raven’s face gentles.“Enough,” she repeats. “It’s been over twenty-four hours since we got here, andyou both have been badgering me and Monty nonstop. You both need to go andrest.”

It’s true, but that doesn’t mean either of them are willingto admit it. There’s so much that only Monty and Raven can do, but he andClarke haven’t been willing to accept that there’s time to take a break. Montyjust left a little while ago with a yawn, dragging his feet to go find Harper.The others had gone searching for any soft surface to lay on hours ago.

“You need to rest too,” Clarke grumbles, avoiding looking atBellamy now that their focus has been pulled from what needs to be done.

Raven just shakes her head exasperatedly. “I did. You two were so busy heckling Montyabout the heating system and how he shouldn’t be straining his hands so heshould tell you guys what to do that you didn’t even realize I disappeared fora few hours.”

And now that Bellamy thinks about it, there was a point afew hours ago where there was a break in Raven grunting and muttering at themin frustration.

Raven must see something in the way Bellamy sighs, becauseshe pushes on, as if sealing her victory. “I promise that by the time you twowake up, I’ll have a full report on everything you’ve been hounding me about.”

Clarke opens her mouth, looking ready to put up a fight, soBellamy gently grasps her elbow, pulling her attention to him. “She’s right,” hetells her, ignoring the snort Raven gives. He wants to tell Clarke that out ofall of them, she probably needs the rest the most since she was the mostoxygen-deprived, but he knows she would only argue further. So instead, he letsgo of her arm and tilts his head toward the door to the control room, andstarts to leave.

“Just a quick nap,” Clarke agrees reluctantly, following himout of the room. He thinks he vaguely hears Raven say ‘thank god’ as the door swings shut behind him.

He turns around to make a joke about it, but he’simmediately met with two small hands shoving him back, and a very angry Clarke.“You idiot,” she whispers, somehowmanaging to sound furious even as she keeps her voice low so Raven can’t hear.

He’d be surprised by the reaction if he hadn’t expected itthe moment everyone was breathing again and laughing breathlessly that they hadmade it.

When it didn’t happen immediately, he knew she was stallingby staying and pestering Raven and Monty with question after question. He knewthe minute they were alone, she would explode with the anger that’s beensimmering just under her skin. But he wouldn’t leave her side, not when theyalmost lost each other.

“I told you to use your brain, not launch it out of yourhead and forget you even had one!” She whisper-shouts. “You could have died.”

“If we hadn’t waited, you would have,” he points out, impressed with how calm he sounds, evenas the thought of Clarke being left behind on that burning planet makes himnauseous.

“The night blood could have worked,” she reasons, poking hischest with a finger.

He reaches his own hand out to hold hers in place. “That wasa hypothetical that I didn’t want to test with your life.”

Clarke’s nostrils only flare in response, and he just wantsher to go sleep. She looks exhausted and pale and the last thing he wants to dois whisper passive-aggressively to each other until they’re truly shouting.

“Look,” he sighs, wanting to just hold her, assure himselfthat she’s really, truly here. But he also doesn’t want her to pull away. “Idid use my head. I used my heart too, just like you said I needed to in orderto keep everyone alive. And my head, my heart,” he moves her hand to rest flatabove his heart, “every piece of me all the way to the tips of my fingers andmy toes, told me that if I closed that door on you, if–,” he pauses, thethought making his stomach plummet, “if I left you there, it would have beenthe greatest regret of my life.”

For a moment, Clarke just stares at him, openly gaping.Bellamy thinks she might actually punch him in the face for taking that risk.

Instead, she reaches her other hand out for him, and wrapsher arms around him like she had done in that office in the lab, locking herhands behind his back like she’s never going to let go. “When I saw youstanding in front of that rocket, it was the best and worst thing I have everseen in my life,” she admits hoarsely into his t-shirt.

Bellamy’s responding chuckle is wet with emotion. “Seeingyou in that awful jumpsuit was the most beautiful thing,” he tells her, leaningdown to place a chaste kiss to her forehead, her skin clammy. “Can we not beangry about me wanting to wait and just be happy that all eight of us got herein one piece?”

He feels her tears soaking into his shirt, and the realizationhits him, slamming into his gut.

They’re all alive.For once, no casualties.

He grudgingly pulls away so that he can see her shining blueeyes. “I just want you to take a nap, Clarke. I need to nap. So can we please just go and find rooms with beds sowe can sleep? I think we’ve earned that much.”

Clarke nods her head once more, looking down at the tearsshe left on him before looking back up at him. “Or we can find one room, onebed. So we can take a nap together,” she hedges, not daring to be the one tobreak eye contact first.

Bellamy’s breath whooshes out of him, a surprised chuckleescaping him. “Yeah?”

She rests her forehead against his chest. “I don’t think Ican let you out of my sight for a while. The last time I did, I accepted that Imay never see you again, and I never want to feel that again,” she says, anddespite her words, he can hear the smile in her voice.

Bellamy takes her hands, starting to pull her further downthe hall to where an Ark-issued bed has their names written all over it. Theyfall into a blissful, deep sleep, arms wrapped around each other, clinging toone another.

And to Raven’s utter delight, they sleep well past what canappropriately be called a nap, letting her work in peace for hours.

[vanyel-or-just-van]

It Burns

Welp. @sessomesmaru looks like you’re the Thing to break my dry spell. This is inspired by a GORGEOUS piece of artwork done by sess, as well as some words from @the-female-gaymer during the stream of said art (once the pic itself is released im gonna edit this post and include the link).

Here we go.

UPDATE

HERE IS THE GORGEOUS PIECE OF ART IT IS BASED ON

Read it here on AO3 (if you do PLEASE come back and reblog the post, otherwise it stagnates and im a Sad)

TW: Alcoholism, minor blood/knife inclusion

It burns.

The whiskey burns as he knocks it down his throat, cold fire searing from the inside out. He welcomes the familiar feeling. He’s lost count of how many he’s had tonight, and he doesn’t care to try and count right now.

The ice barely has a chance to warm in the crowded bar before he slams the cup back on the table. No more. Too many people. He shoves over a handful of bills.

Neil nods, not even bothering to count. They can deal with shortage or overage the next time he comes in, which will be tomorrow.

Now, he goes to drink alone.

Again.

----

It burns.

Lying on his bed, he stares up at the ceiling, watching the fan turn slowly. The summer heat is particularly bad tonight, and his electricity hasn’t run out from the time he last paid for it yet.

He feels the tears forging paths through the dirt surrounding his eyes. They leave thin trails of stinging skin behind, losing themselves in the stubble.

Weakly, he lifts his arm, looking at the black symbol decorating the base of his thumb. It stares back at him like an unblinking eye. Like a black sun. It weighs cold judgment down upon him.

A reminder.

----

It burns.

He pulls back a little too slowly, glancing down. The side of his jacket had caught on the lid and slid up against the edge of the grill. A faint smell of burning hair drifts up as he surveys the marks on his arm.

One of the other dads sees the marks, wincing. “Ow, that looks like it hurts!”

He laughs dryly.

“After that tangle I got into with Johnnyboy a few years ago, this is nothing. Should have been there - smelled like a campfire.”

The dads eye him. They’re pretty sure he’s joking.

Pretty sure.

He notices Joseph’s eye on him, and tugs the sleeve back down, tipping back another sip of whiskey and starting into a story for the crowd before he can offer anything.

----

It burns.

The antiseptic sinks into the cut, and he rubs it in a little harder. A quick wrapping with the bandage, cut with the knife and tied off.

Then, he goes to clean his knife again. It got dirty from running into his skin

Soon, the cut will be just another whittling accident. Another scar.

No one will ask questions.

----

It burns.

Curled into a ball in the front seat of his truck, trying to pull his jacket over his head. By now he should be used to the headache, the glare. The price of whiskey’s bittersweet release.

But today the sun is vicious. It turns on him harder. And his calendar reminds him.

There is a moment, and then he accepts his fate. Unlocks the door, lets the jacket fall back onto the seat, shucks his shirt with it, and steps out of the truck.

He tilts his head up to the sky, and extends his wings, letting the blackened edges of his feathers flutter in the faint breeze gracing the hilltop. They twitch awkwardly from cramping and disuse.

He can feel his hand grow warm, the symbol pulsing with light. His eyes open, looking towards the sky. Letting the sun gaze into him.

The eyes are on him for a moment.

And then they pass, and he feels as though a door has been slammed in his face. Three years is not enough. He may never be enough to return. The wings fold back up, the sun dims, the symbol turns cold and black once again.

And so, too, does his world.

----

It burns.

The sound of his own laughter rings hollow to him. Even Mary looks at him with a skeptical eye.

Or, perhaps, just a very drunk one. Who knows what she had before he walked in.

“If there’s some shit eating you, lay it out,” she snorts, knocking back a shot. “I could use a good laugh.”

He closes his eyes and drinks to cover the haze in his mind a moment.

“Nothing.” A murmur, just enough growl to sound like him. “Just slept like shit.”

“More than usual, you mean.”

“I know what I said.”

----

It burns.

He leans against the wall behind the theater, rough wall digging into him even through the jacket. A hand covers his mouth, letting the sound of rain drown out the little of the world that bothers with this hour.

The other clutches at his shirt, fingernails digging into his skin through the worn fabric. It’s been weeks since he last broke them on purpose.

Popcorn-ass drivel shouldn’t be able to do this. There weren’t supposed to be good actors, good acting, good stories anymore.

He tilts back his head, letting the water stream onto his closed eyes, run down his cheeks.

Too close to home.

----

It burns.

The layers of dirt fight every step of the way, each inch its own battle. The soap almost gives up halfway through.  It sloughs into his eyes, but he doesn’t care.

He’s going to be better today if it kills him.

He digs through the piles, sniffing lightly. There has to be something here that resembles clean.

The razor is rusted. He tosses it aside, going for his knife instead. A nick or two won’t kill him.

Finally, he admires himself in the mirror, looking a little less haunted.

He’s going to enjoy something for once.

The Game is on tonight. Maybe that.

----

It burns.

The feeling of the body beside him is too warm. He kicks off the sheets, letting it crumple over them as he stands. Stretches. Feels sore in a way that aches deeper than the flesh.

He thought it would help.

He thought repeating his sin would help him understand. Remind him why he did it in the first place.

A glance over at the other man, still curled on the pillow, fast asleep. Looking far too relaxed for his tastes, considering.

His eyes drift to the corner, to a picture frame face down. Dust covers the back like a blanket.

He rubs the symbol, as if to hide from its unending stare.

It didn’t help.

All it did was make him feel more lost.

----

It burns.

The hood of the truck is still warm when he sits on it, parked at the overlook. There are grooves in the way the grass grows that match his tread. His shirt already lies discarded on the ground.

He sips his whiskey. He knows sunrise is several hours from now.

He can wait.

It’s the footsteps that break him from his reverie - far too close, far too suddenly. He sets the bottle down, turning to see-

“...you never come this far out of the city.”

A soft chuckle, as sharp to him as any knife. “Well, you rarely come out of your house anymore,” Joseph says, smile almost bright enough in the faded starlight to make him wince. “Thought it was worth the curiosity of seeing that truck leave your driveway.”

Robert turns away again, pouring another glass of whiskey.

“So. You’ve seen I’m up here. We done?”

He can feel the other man pout behind him. More footsteps, coming up against the side mirror.

They don’t say anything for two hours.

Finally, to even his own surprise, it’s Robert that breaks the silence.

“You shouldn’t be here. Not tonight.” He grabs the bottle. He knows it’s empty, but he has to try anyways. “You should be with Mary and the kids.”

Joseph snorts. “The kids are asleep. And you’d know better than I would where Mary is tonight.” Even the seemingly bitter words don’t mar his tone. It’s as sweet and even as ever.

Robert knocks back the empty glass. “You never changed. Four years, and you sound like we’re still up there.” He gestures vaguely at the stars peeking over the treeline.

“Up there isn’t the only place where you can be happy, Robert.” He steps past the mirror, forcing himself fully into Robert’s peripheral. “I saw you up here last year, and the year before. We both know the answer is never going to change.”

Neither of them hear the bottle break, hurled too far into the woods.

“Of COURSE you can say that! You’ve got it all!” He whirls on Joseph, fire burning in his eyes as he balls his fists. “Even after they cast us out, you landed on your feet, didn’t you? They put your mark in a place you have to look for to even notice, while mine stares me in the face every time I raise a glass to try and forget for a moment. And don’t think I don’t hear what they call you down there - the Angel of Maple Bay, huh? Good luck follows you? Still the favorite even with my TAINT keeping you here - and you’re the one with a chance to GO back!”

Robert stabs a finger at him, and it’s enough to make Joseph actually step back with the force of the motion.

“The last time I tried to set foot in your damn church, I burned my hand on the doorknob - and yet you practically live there half the time, and I don’t see as much as a SUNBURN on you. If that doesn’t tell you which one of us will go back-”

“I don’t want to go back.”

It’s soft, yet stops him in his tracks like a wall. Robert falters, anger tangled into confusion knots too tight to keeping running.

“What?”

Joseph looks at him. He reaches up, unties the cardigan, and lets it fall to the grass. The shirt follows in a pile. A small thump as the cross joins them both.

His hand skirts the edge of his symbol, tracing over the lines branching out like sunrays. Slowly, his eyes raise back up to meet Robert’s.

“I don’t want to go back up there, Robert. That would mean regretting what happened. And I don’t.” The sincerity is too clear for even the most insidious doubt still coursing through him. “The only thing I regret is losing you on the way down.”

Robert stares at him, sees the faint tips of wings beginning to unfurl. His own, cramped,  come out nevertheless in response, seeming ragged and ashen next to Joseph’s midnight blue.

“But...you could...the church...the holy, it…”

Words came and faded before they could be spoken.

“It doesn’t reject me because it doesn’t see me as fallen.” Joseph steps forward, past the hood of the car, giving his wings room to stretch. “It sees me as human. The man that enters that church each Sunday is just that - a man, and nothing more.”

One wingtip curls in, almost offended, and the corner of his mouth curls up.

“Well. Maybe a little more. But not what I was up there, and not what I was when I hit the ground. I don’t even have these except for tonight.” His eyes are warm in the moonlight. “Or when I’m near you.”

It’s too much. The dam breaks, and all of the anger begins to flood out of Robert in heaving sobs. He stumbles forward one step, two, then collapses into Joseph’s waiting arms.

All this time. All this time, alone. Forsaken and the only one.

Watching what he’d gained and lost settle into a life he couldn’t even try to live.

The arms around him are warm, and he nearly pulls away, but their grip is too strong for him right now even gentle as they are. He places his hand on Joseph’s wrist.

“I lost everything,” he gasps. The weight settles in his eyes, pushing out. “I lost everything, and I lost you, and by the time I found you again you were already okay without me.

He feels a hand slide up the back of his neck, the other moving to his cheek. They are warm and broad and ache. He tightens his grip.

“I knew…” Robert pauses, choking on a sob. “I thought I knew they’d take you back. I thought they were waiting for us both, that I was keeping you here because I hadn’t figured it out like you did and I just wanted to be with you again I just wanted to have what we had…”

They both ignore the taste of salt. Joseph still tastes like sunset.

“We can have it again,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to breathe. His thumb strokes over Robert’s cheek as the first rays of sunlight crests the trees. “We can have it all again, right here.”

The symbols glow, Robert’s eyes opening against the sharp pain. He stares at Joseph’s shoulder for a moment, seeing how the light seeps from the circle outwards. His hand grows warm. Something inside of him long forgotten awakes, pushing him further into Joseph’s arms. Their wings cast long shadows, shifting in the faint fog, and he feels his heart grow warm for the first time in four years.

It burns.

And he embraces it.